Well, around lunchtime today I started to get a headache. I thought I got ahead of it with some Tylenol, but it kept getting worse and by the time #2 woke up and we were headed outside, I was feeling pretty rotten. They "washed" the van while I laid on the picnic blanket in the yard. In the Lord's infinite mercy, the baby took an epic nap (3+ hours) and I thought I was feeling better by the time he woke.
From there it only got worse. By the time my husband got home from work, any movement made me feel like I was going to ralph so once we made eye contact I headed straight for my bed.
My gratitude today was definitely that the kids, the big boys especially, behaved so well. They ran around the front yard and driveway for almost 4 hours entertaining themselves, and keeping track of the baby toddler for a couple of those hours. They didn't destroy the house, van or yard. They didn't wander into the street or drink too much hose water using our recyclables as cups, and best of all, they didn't kill each other or me.
Today was one of those bare minimum days. Six or more hours outside, but we didn't actually do anything. I think we ate a package of graham crackers for a snack at some point. I think they drank water or juice. I mostly moaned and stared at the ground between my knees. They raked, played catch, threw cups of water at each other, washed golf balls, and did a bunch of other things that didn't get them killed.
By the way, I'm feeling much better. Thanks. Seventy-five minutes of solitude/quiet/darkness in my bed + one poorly said rosary had me mostly fixed up.
From there it only got worse. By the time my husband got home from work, any movement made me feel like I was going to ralph so once we made eye contact I headed straight for my bed.
My gratitude today was definitely that the kids, the big boys especially, behaved so well. They ran around the front yard and driveway for almost 4 hours entertaining themselves, and keeping track of the baby toddler for a couple of those hours. They didn't destroy the house, van or yard. They didn't wander into the street or drink too much hose water using our recyclables as cups, and best of all, they didn't kill each other or me.
Today was one of those bare minimum days. Six or more hours outside, but we didn't actually do anything. I think we ate a package of graham crackers for a snack at some point. I think they drank water or juice. I mostly moaned and stared at the ground between my knees. They raked, played catch, threw cups of water at each other, washed golf balls, and did a bunch of other things that didn't get them killed.
By the way, I'm feeling much better. Thanks. Seventy-five minutes of solitude/quiet/darkness in my bed + one poorly said rosary had me mostly fixed up.
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