It is in vain that you rise up earlyTomorrow marks one week since the last time I left the house. Before last Saturday I didn't feel well and I stayed in taking care of a very miserable Sweet Pea. Here's what my last two weeks look like:
and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.
- Psalms 127: 2 ESV
Last Tuesday - Last Friday: home caring for Sweet Pea
Last Friday - not feeling so great myself, but went out with Prince Charming for his birthday anyway. Ate very little but enjoyed the time with my husband.
Last Saturday - pulled it together because Sweet Pea felt better although Polly felt tired and slept on the couch the entire day until we left that evening. I felt OK.
Sunday - woke up absolutely sick and miserable. Spent the day in bed. Most of the time. I won't elaborate.
Monday - still sick. Sat up in bed for a little while. (Therefore demonstrating some improvement)
Tuesday - feeling better. Tigger felt a little sick but managed to bounce back (see what I did there?) by the evening. Big snowstorm - Prince Charming's plans canceled.
Wednesday - still snowy & icy. Church canceled. So, stayed home. Again.
Thursday - Friday - stuck inside but feeling well enough to be up catching up on all the work that had piled up in a week. (And oh the work that piles up in a week!)I felt genuinely grateful to be up and around, tidying up, doing the laundry, organizing things, and so on. Grateful. To do household chores! That's almost a miracle, right?
Saturday - who knows? If God sends more snow, then we'll stay inside and enjoy the beauty. If He doesn't, we have friends coming over and we'll stay inside and enjoy time with them.
Either way, I think God's been trying to tell me something. And I hope I've taken the hint. I'd hate to have to be knocked down with another virus like that one anytime soon.