The stomach flu has been going around just about everyone we know. It was inevitable really that it would hit us. And it did. Poor Emma got sick Thursday evening. Oh, the timing! Her class had a pajama day and read in planned for Friday and she had plans to go to a friends after school to make cookies and spend the night. My heart hurt for her to have to miss out on so much fun. She was disappointed and even cried but as she often does she surprised me with her understanding and acceptance that things don't always go our way.
Yesterday was spent washing load after load of bedding and clothing and cleaning everything else, while praying that we could rid our house of those nasty germs and keep everyone else healthy. This is become quite a regular routine around here. In the last 4 week we've had head lice, strep throat, and now stomach flu. Being a mom of three young of kids is so much fun but the laundry is a big job on a normal week, add illness and I'm telling you it's staggering!
While I won't rest easy for awhile, stomach flu has a way of keeping quiet for a few days and then striking again, today we are all well! Which is a wonderful gift because our holiday celebrations begin this morning with our annual Teddy Bear Tea!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
2 more days of school until Christmas Vacation! It's been a good week full of preparations for Christmas.
Yesterday after school we gave Eleanor an early birthday gift and took her and a friend to a craft studio in Webster Groves for a workshop. While she was busy making art, Emma, Lucy and I walked around Webster and did a little Christmas shopping. I think it was the most fun I've ever had Christmas shopping. We didn't buy much but I did get a few ideas! After a quick dinner at Bread Company we came home and all of us were in bed by 7:30. No kidding, we were so tired. Which is why at 4:30 I was awake.
I was also awake early because of these two. When they sleep with me I usually sleep on one side and make one of them sleep in the middle…it gets hot in there and they both kick and push in their sleep. Last night they were bickering so I slept in the middle but hen I got upstairs from my run this morning this is how I found those two. Both in the middle, sharing a pillow.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Remember when I told you that I wanted to put into words my feelings about Christmas Shop but seemed unable? On Sunday this sermon pretty much summed up all I was feeling. It reminded me of why, even though it's exhausting, and heart breaking, and frustrating I keep going back. Hope. Hope and love keep me going back. A desire to stand with someone and let them know they are not alone and that someone cares. This is Christmas.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
The calendar tells me that there are just 10 more days until Christmas Eve. My front porch doesn't believe it. There still sit pumpkins. Pumpkins that are in fact covered in snow and
possibly probably rotting underneath. I need to pay bills and figure out what we have in the refrigerator, change everyones sheets, probably clean a bathroom or two and think about gifts for our teachers….and a good chunk of the folks on our Christmas list. Nothing has been wrapped. They'll be no cards this year and maybe no homemade cookie gifts for our friends and sweet teachers. Just now, like in the last 20 minutes I've felt like maybe I could start thinking about making a list, a plan for what must be done and what can be let go of over the next 10 days. The goal is to enjoy the time, not just check boxes off. I'll make my list tonight, in front of the fire, while watching The Muppets Christmas Carol. Spending 7 days at Christmas Shop always requires some time for reentry into my regular life. This year has been no different. Today I've choked back a few tears. Not really sad tears just full tears. There is so much in this world that I don't understand and being plucked out of my beautiful, neat, safe little life rips that wide open. Today I can't quite put it into words but I will. Instead of my own words, in my mind I hear The Holly and the Ivy, in my favorite version by The Lower Lights. In particular these lines...