oh what a day :)

You know, today should have been one of those terrible, horrible, no good very bad days. But it wasn't! Thank you Lord for answering my prayer. See yesterday was a rotten day. It was a complete 'woe is me' moment full of tears and pity parties. Owen was cranky, I was cranky, and poor Mike came home and caught our cranky. I didn't feel well, couldn't get a good nap in, and was just plain bored. That, and my rump hurt. Sitting on the couch for hours on end does not do my body good. :)

So last night, amid tears, I prayed that the Lord would give me a better attitude. Partially because I could not imagine another day feeling so rotten about my situation and also knowing that feeling rotten about my situation would certainly have an adverse affect on my blood pressure and heart, the whole reason I am on bed rest in the first place! :)

Thankfully I feel asleep rather quickly while praying for everyone I could think of who needed it (a nighttime ritual to stop my brain from worrying about MY problems!). I'm sure God understands if I dose off in the middle of a prayer now and again!

And here begins the reason it should have been another rotten day today. Owen puked at 3 am in the morning. I heard a weird noise and went in his room to discover the mess. It was purple (blueberries), it stunk, it was all over, and it was still in his MOUTH!!!! Disgusting. So I 'lovingly' called out to Mike for help and we cleaned up the fiasco. I then rocked Owen until he got sleepy again and laid him down in his now clean crib where he proceeded to puke purple again right as I crawled back into bed. Repeat of cleaning up the fiasco, except this time it was on EVERYTHING else that had not been hit in the first round-including his stuffed guinea pig and best buddy Jimmy. This time Mike took him to try and get him to sleep and brought him into bed with us. Now if you know Owen, you know that this has NEVER been a good solution. He kept us awake until the alarm went off an hour or so later at 5am for Mike to go to work. Mike just rolled over and said, "You think I should stay home?" I think my face gave enough of an answer! :)

So Mike called in sick and took Owen out into the living room to rest on the couch. Somewhere in my dilirium I remember hearing the microwave beep, knowing that Mike must be heating up some milk for Owen, and thinking that may not be a good idea...BUT sleep took over too quickly and I said nothing. Next thing I knew I heard the bath water running and Mike moaning, "He puked on everything again". Yep, you guessed it, the milk WAS a bad idea! I went to utter, "I told you so", but in fact I had not told him so. :) We did discuss it later on and laugh and Mike agreed never to give him warm milk after puking again. Mike was covered, Owen was covered, the floor was covered, and our couch was covered. Good ol' Stanley Steemer will be coming over on Monday.

So you can see that it had the makings to be a rotten day....but it wasn't. Owen didn't puke anymore. Mike and I laughed about that all day. Seems like Mike and I laughed about a lot of things today. I finished up a few crossword puzzles. We all got good naps. We spent time together playing and reading books. We had a great meal delivered to us from a friend. And my heart was slow, steady, and quiet all day. :) So Lord-thank you. And to all of you who are praying-thank you.