What you do in your house is worth as much as if you did it up in heaven for our Lord God. We should accustom ourselves to think of our position and work as sacred and well-pleasing to God, not on account of the position and work, but on account of the word and faith from which the obedience and the work flow. ~ Martin Luther

Friday, February 09, 2007

The Twelve Days of Christmas-revised.

with the Five Swells of Sickness!!

WARNING: Gross Post ahead!

Ah yes. The night light. I saw it many times last night and eventually, the beauty I always found radiating began to dim.

When I finally headed to bed (at 1 am), I went to the childrens room to tuck them in and whisper my nightly "I Love You"s then headed to the bathroom to prepare for my own bed when just a few moments later I heard Corynn sputtered and gasping. She had thrown up and was crying and it had gotten EVERYWHERE!

So, (again, at 1 am) I changed her clothes, changed the sheets and pillow on the bed and washed her up (all the while Andrew woke up and was chattering away...).

By 2am, Corynn had called me three MORE times. I vaguely recall at another point in the pre-dawn hours, Matt getting up and changing a post-vomitus Corynn again.

At six o'clock this morning, I heard the now very familiar sounds and shot out of bed-a moment too late. Corynn was crying, as was Andrew. I went to pick him up and lo and behold-the Panda had been sick during the night as well.


A 6am bathtime, two sets of sheets, three loads of nasty laundry, four pairs of PJ's, and a huge disinfecting party later-we *may* be over the hump. (?)

Okay, now I am REALLY tired. Why am I so foolish sometimes? Why would I not embrace sleep like a long lost friend when I am able? I am a silly, stupid girl.

That's why.

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