So many plans… so little control over said plans…
I typically start stressing about the upcoming week 2 weeks before the week…
Neither does this…
Sunday night — the 6 year old went from 98.6 to 103 in 30 minutes.
Tonight, the middle child walked in the door after school and announced, “I threw up on the bus.”
Then she continued to vomit for the next 4 hours… wretching so much and so hard… I found a little blood in that last bit.
What plans I thought I had … the plans I started stressing over 3 weeks ago…
This afternoon I found myself snuggling and napping on the couch with my fevery little girl for an hour… then spent the next four hours holding back my other daughter’s hair so she wouldn’t vomit on it… rubbing her back and sitting with her on the floor of the bathroom.
I also spent that time envisioning a little germ force-field all around me
Aaaaand I spent those four hours denying my girl coveted sips of water.
None of that time was spent on taking care of the stuff I had been stressing over weeks ago.
Oh Plans! You slay me…
Do you know what plans says when you spell it backwards?
That can’t be good.
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