Alex drew an owl today in art:
I told him I really like it, and that owls mean wisdom, and that too often I don’t let my lesson finish to gain all the wisdom I could.
You try really hard, mom.
That’s why I love that boy.
This morning was almost perfect, with me waking at 5, long before the alarms, giving me time for serious scripture study and ponderizing before even the baby was awake. I got the kids all up, dressed, hair fixed, teeth brushed, and medicine dosed out in time to get to walk the kids to school. We kept going after that, doing the long three mile route, partly because it was a beautiful morning and partly to avoid cancerness.
I did early homeschool with the preschoolers before taking them to their preschool, which they were not thrilled about attending after being gone a week.
Work was intense after being gone and doing paperwork from the weekend and dealing with seven new admits all at once.
Hard work is worth a lunch date, though!
I barely finished a late night in time to pick up kids, and literally met Nathan on a street as we jumped out of cars to trade vehicles s I could have car seats and pick up kids while he went to play solo violin at the high school for a program there.
We had family home evening, popcorn as a treat, and cuddled as we got everyone tucked in. Then I did dishes and mopped floors and made sure our bills are all paid for the month.
Then I tended to this fussy baby who doesn’t feel well at all, but is trying so hard, and who has a marathon of appointments in the next two weeks: pulmonologist, cardiologist, neurologist, etc. A lot could chance with her in these weeks, but something has to change. She is trying so hard to breathe, and really struggling.
Of course they will.
It all makes perfect sense, really.
Because that’s how weird our life has become, these six years since I got baptized.