Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Perspective Check

It's Wednesday morning, and my spirits match the sky outside: gray, heavy, and ominous. I went to bed at 9:00 last night because I didn't feel well. My hubby didn't realize I had really gone to sleep for the night, and he woke me up when he came to bed at 10:30. He wanted to chat. By the time I was awake enough to inform him that I had already gone to bed for the night, I was too awake to go back to sleep. And the restless leg syndrome kicked in. Peeps, I am thoroughly and completely convinced that restless leg syndrome will be a special punishment in hell reserved for the baddest of the bad!!! All I wanted to do last night was just go to sleep already, but alas, my legs felt that 1:00 in the morning was an appropriate time to dub step independently in the bed. The result of this lovely turn of events: I got a whopping 3 hours of sleep last night. I woke up--or rather sleepwalked out of my room--at 6:45 this morning, ready to say "screw this day and goodnight." Instead, I made lunches, took Snapper to school, and am sitting here writing and trying to stay awake until Pepper's 504 Plan meeting at school in 40 minutes. Bubbles is anything but bubbly this morning. She has decided that she hates being homeschooled and is trying desperately--with every ounce of stubborn bad attitude she can muster--to convince me that I should put her back in public school tomorrow. This will not happen, of course. But until she figures out that I mean what I say, I'm stuck dealing with a crankpot of a 3rd grader who thinks the 6 times tables are irrelevant to everyday life, and should not concern her. The rest of the day is jam-packed, as Wednesdays always are. I will not have a moment of rest until I crumple into my bed at 10:30 tonight. Little Sweetie Baby thinks she's a roly poly bug. She tumbled and rolls constantly, which makes me sick. I'm constantly nauseous. My legs are in a continual state of "twitch just slightly and I'll cramp on you." And my pelvic bones hurt a lot. This is not a great-looking day, y'all. I posted on Facebook asking for my friends to pray for me because I really need prayers. One sweet friend encouraged me to do what I do best: look for golden nuggets of blessing in my day. She's right. I need to do that. So here I go.


  1. Fresh blueberries in my vanilla yogurt for breakfast this morning
  2. Dr. Pepper in the fridge for an afternoon pick-me-up
  3. That this 504 meeting for Pepper was requested and scheduled and will be fulfilled in a mere two weeks...a miracle, as these things typically take a few months to get rolling!
  4. A wonderfully supportive husband who will do math with my reluctant homeschooler for me
  5. Comfortable maternity clothes that are also cute
  6. A healthy baby who is growing exactly as she should, despite a malformed umbilical cord
  7. My kids excited to memorize God's Word
  8. Flip flop weather outside today!
  9. The pair of cardinals who have decided to nest in the cedar tree in my backyard! I love their songs.
  10. My big comfy chair in the living room. I luff my chair. 
There, Lannece! Ten golden nuggets in a dreary, gray day. I'm still sleepy and sick and my legs still hurt. But my chin is a little higher today. 

1 comment:

Rachel McDonald said...

I am proud of you... I always wonder how I'm going to get through "those" days. I won't without Christ. He is sufficient Em. He's never burnt out. <3