This week a good friend I haven’t been in touch with for a few months finally had a chance to talk with me and she asked how I’ve been. I’ll tell you what I told her. Not much has changed around here. Not much to report. Unless you want to hear the following news:
Miss 4 taught herself to read without my knowledge, just like she taught herself the ABC’s without my assistance or input. Miss 2 has grown a little more hair and a much bigger vocabulary. Miss 7 is rockin’ the 1st grade, Miss 8 is about to be Miss 9 which means I get to decorate a birthday cake (yay!) and Miss 10 has her nose stuck in a book EVERY SINGLE SECOND.
So, now that we’re all caught up, let me tell you about my own personal dilemma of the day. A few nights ago, I was all tucked in, dreaming away happily in my bed, when my dreams started to take a turn for the worse. After a little bit my bad dreams woke me up and I realized I was having those bad dreams because I had contracted a bad stomach bug. I felt miserable!
This led to me staying in my bed for two days straight while My Dear Husband manned the helm and kept the little girls on course. (That brave man even took those 5 little girls to a Sunday church meeting where they all had to sit reverently in the chapel for 2 hours! Talk about above and beyond the call of duty!)
After all that delightful bed rest, yesterday I was up and feeling great, right up until the time when I snuggled back into my blankets for bedtime. At that moment, the terrible, sick stomach bug feeling came right back into the room and reared it’s ugly head. Very Unsettling, I must say!
Which brings me to my dilemma. You know how when you’re little and you eat something and then you puke and you can never, ever, ever let that food item pass your lips again?
WHAT IF THAT IS WHAT IS HAPPENING WITH MY BED????
WHAT IF I CAN’T SLEEP IN THERE ANYMORE???????
Sleeping is a sacred rite for a mother! Has it been ruined for me? Will bedtime ever be restful again? Alas, where shall this harried mother rest her weary head????????
Miss 10 assures me that this has happened to her and it will wear off. I hope so! I am not going to be a happy camper if I have to sleep on the couch for the rest of my days.
