It was with more than my fair share of creaks and crackles that I dragged my tired body out of bed this morning. The darkness of the night still hugged the windows tightly as I slipped out of my soft and warm bed, bracing myself against the brisk, cool morning air that waited to pounce on me when I walked into the next room. Even the dogs, usually eager to meet the day, peered at me from the foot of our bed with sleepy, sympathetic eyes, but even the obligatory tail wag seemed half-hearted, and they closed their eyes in relief when I walked out of the room without calling to them. My usual 40 winks had been reduced to a half dozen polite nods, and I was already dreading the day ahead of me. There was no school for the littles this morning, so they would be able to sleep in, which was fine by this mama.
We had all already missed plenty of school and work in the wake of the Great Stomach Flu of 2012 — a virus that had stricken every member of our household down this week. All week long a great green mist seeped into the dark corners and hung just above our heads in sickly torture, taking up an unwelcome residence following a symphony of wee-hour sickness on Monday that began with our eldest and worked its way right on through to the youngest in a strange syncopation that couldn’t have been more perfectly executed if it had been planned. One by one, each child woke up with heaving moans, followed quickly by the inevitable and ingloriously dispensing of their refreshment. The parental dance of laundry and disinfection that ensued was all in a valiant effort to race the clock before either one or both of us were similarly afflicted. Alas, it was mid wash when I was thus struck down and forced to spend the rest of my day horizontally out of necessity. Jason was fortunate and escaped the fate. It was with utter defeat that I feebly waved goodbye to him as he walked out of the door and to fulfill an all-day work commitment two hours out of town. The many, many hours spent prone with my poor, fitfully sick children is a hazy blur. Days upon days were we all affected in some way or another — including Jason, who was struck down in the middle of the night and subjected to the atrocities afforded by this virus two days after the rest of us. And it is only today that we have finally all come around fully, though feeling weak and rather unsteady. So you can surely understand the dread I felt in subjecting myself to too little sleep and too much work. Curse the unavoidable.
Fortunately, the day passed quickly, and we were able to get a number of things accomplished, many of which had been put off while we were unfortunately indisposed. One such thing was retrieving the personal effects from our van — the van which Jason had totaled two weeks ago. He was safe and unharmed, but the same cannot be said for our green friend that had carried our family to and fro for some time now.
(Am I the only one that gets strangely attached to vehicles? They mark time periods in our life. “Hey, that’s when we had the van. Oh, that’s when we had the Corolla. Weren’t we driving the Aztec then?” I miss them like they’re old friends. Conversely, I am terribly disappointed in them when they break down, so at least I’m fair. [And crazy, obviously.])
I suppose it was fortuitous that I chose to get up before dawn this morning. So much happened in this little span of time on this first Friday in November, that I scarcely could have squeezed it all in if I hadn’t.
- We said our final goodbyes to our van.
- We worked and parented and cleaned and cooked.
- We prepared for the birthday party for our baby girl, who turned 8 years old on Halloween.
- We agreed to take in two foster children for a month or two — two kiddos that will come to us in a while and stay with us for the short time that they need a home. (This will be our second non-relative foster placement. The first time was only for a short while with a child that we adored. My PSA: If you’ve ever wanted to do foster care and feel like you have the heart and spirit to do it, you should.)
- I resisted the offer to adopt a puppy, which is REALLY SAYING SOMETHING on account of my inability to say no.
- Jason received an excellent offer for some contract work that promises more work for him, which is news that made my heart feel light, my prayers feel answered and my life and family feeling so very blessed. I am grateful.
And now we’re at the beginning of what I think will be a beautiful weekend.
And now? Now it’s time for the gratuitous picture of one of our three dogs, Peanut, who is adorable beyond compare. How can you say no to that face?