Well, this morning started off a little, um, rocky.
J woke up with a nasty toothache. And now has to have an emergency root canal this afternoon. It’s one of his molars. And it’s going to cost us a lot. Bye- bye vacation money!
M woke up with crud. Lots and lots of crud. And a fever. She’s whiny and miserable. Poor kid. I’m flooding her system with oranges, orange juice, water and oatmeal.
I’m still sick, and feel worse than I did last night.
The best part of all of this though? Is that my normally-active M is cuddly because she is sick. I never get to sit and snuggle with my little girl because she’s always on the move.
It’s the little things, right?
So I leave you with this for today:
O Lord, my strength and my fortress, my refuge in time of distress. (Jeremiah 16:19)