I woke up this morning with a headache. It was the kind that coffee and Tylenol can usually handle so I didn't think much of it.
We visited friends this morning and we moms heard nary a peep from the five one-to-five year olds. Such a play date has hardly happened! By the time we got home from their house, I basically threw some PB&Js at the kids and went to lie down. (Not lay down, right mom?)
I spent the next 3 or so hours moaning and groaning with a pounding headache and feeling nauseous. I was about to call a friend to come and watch the boys when my headache started to subside a little.
My husband drive himself today and was home really early. Grace! My friend would have come had I called on her. Grace! The kids behaved beautifully with minimal fighting. Grace! PBS plays cartoons all day. Grace! Even the baby who lately needs to be held nonstop seemed to get that I just couldn't, and he kind of left me alone. Grace! The big boys even put away their own laundry. They must have felt really bad for me! I'll take it.
Once I started feeling better I realized that I did, in fact, receive the graces I'd asked for during my suffering. Incredible!