This morning, I woke up with a sore throat. Again. Forth day in a row for this nuisance that I thought I overcame last month, but alas, it is back.
Or maybe it never really left...?
I couldn't swallow without wincing, so I made an appointment with the doctor. The last time I went to the doctor for a sick visit was 2007...we let things pass on their own around here. It took me forever to find her contact info because I didn't remember her name.
I hopped in the shower to loosen some of the crud in my airways. To add insult to injury, Aunt Flo had sent me the little gift of contraction-like menstrual cramps. Mike had to leave for work and I was very slow moving, so I was upstairs for a long while; I put Ryan in charge of the littler kids.
When I finally emerged downstairs, the sink was empty, the dishwasher was running, Ryan was taking out the trash and Kaylin was under the kitchen table with a small broom and dustpan "because the battery died on the rechargeable vacuum." Jason had just finished going to the bathroom and was able to snap his own jeans and zip his own zipper (a newly acquired skill) and the house was running like a well oiled machine in my absence. My eyes filled with tears.
My kids were getting along, they were taking initiative to do what needed to be done and weren't resentful of their big brother for being the temporary authoritarian.
I was overcome with a sense of relief that I'm doing something right. Thank you, Lord, for that little gift of acknowledgement that all of my frustrations and headaches aren't in vain!!!!