It’s been the week of a sickness that just lingers and lingers. We cannot seem to shake it. There has been a lot of sleeping and holding and crying and coughing [and some other not so pretty symptoms]. The little ones are not easily settled. I’ve just laid baby Leia’s warm body back into her snuggly bed, after rescuing her from a fit of endless coughing. We’ve had a different child or all the children in our bed over the last few days. At one point, while Abby and I lay there sick, with three sick girls on our bed watching Little House on the Prairie, and two little ones crawling and climbing around, we laughed and said, “Now this? THIS is Family Day …. !”
But as the week of sickness has stretched on, my energy levels are wearing thin. My patience was shorter today than it should have been and my heart knows I can do better.
Amazing how a little week of a simple virus can set you back.
Tomorrow, I refuse to let it do so.
After all, isn’t it our own choice in how we react to situations?
I choose to embrace tomorrow – even in all it’s germ-infested glory.
[Leia & Love]
by Gigi
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