Greg called in sick today, which is no easy task when you are the doctor. I wanted to call in sick, too. But moms don't get to call in sick. Once I got everyone out the door for school, which was no easy task when you have a fever, I sat back on the bed with Greg and Lance. At least Lance is a major couch potato! It would almost have been a fun, quiet day if Greg and I didn't both feel so lousy. We were able to watch "The Million Dollar Arm" (in the middle of the day!) while Lance climbed around on me. It was a great show. Greg and I have both had a cough and body aches all day. I'm sitting up with Lance now, typing as Greg sleeps next to me. It's just our luck, but Lance wouldn't fall asleep at nap time, but he did fall asleep in the car on the way to pick up the girls from volleyball. We took all the kids and picked up Chick-fil-A. We were just too sick to think about dinner.
There's this part in the movie, Ratatouille, where the screen freezes as he's about to get caught stealing good food from the restaurant in Paris. He says, "I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life." Sometimes when I try to figure out the sleeping rhythms and patterns of my family, especially when I have one or two trying to climb in my bed at night, this saying pops into my head: I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life! Greg said it best the other day when he said, "I HATE this transition period, when our kids are giving up their naps." It's hard. I know Lance still needs a nap, but some days he is going without one. And it's the in between, the falling asleep in the car, that is really hard to deal with. Because now I don't know how long it will take for him to go to sleep tonight, and I'm super tired. I guess I do need to rethink my life, but I'll just think about that tomorrow....
I just read over what I've typed, and I've made it sound so difficult for me as the mom. I need to point out that Greg had me rest on the bed while he and the kids helped clean up the house. Julia and Emma did dishes and the boys cleaned and vacuumed. Greg had everyone go shower and get ready for bed. And Greg helped me change our sheets and put a clean, fresh set on the bed. We may be sick, but we are in it together!
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I've just tucked Lance into his bed. It's 11:00 p.m. I have a prayer in my heart that he will somehow stay quiet and go to sleep. Somedays, like yesterday, I accomplish SO much. Other days, like today, we are just lucky to make it through. And that's okay. I've just got to get feeling better by Friday. It's Austin's big 8-year-old birthday party that afternoon! And his actual birthday is on Sunday. He has been so excited about all of it. So, here's to hoping I get to go to sleep now. Heaven only knows I need it.
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