Monday

I am a working mom. I have always been a working mom. My children know of no other life. They are used to me working days, nights, weekends, whatever comes along. I enjoy my jobs, both as a mom and as a LifeWay person. And, for the most part, both jobs coexist peacefully.

Most of the time.

However, there are times when they don't mix so well.

Today is one of those times. The weekend started out normal enough. I worked Saturday and then came home, fixed dinner, helped Jessi with her hair and caught up on a few chores before Thunder time. After Thunder, I did a few more things and then headed off to bed....to be awakened an hour later by a sick husband.

A very sick husband.

We were up all night.

And all day.

Of course, this would happen to be the day that we were supposed to go and watch my sister-in-law and niece dance but Josh was in no shape to leave the house. So, Jessi and I went.

And enjoyed ourselves.

However, we did leave after my SIL finished dancing because I felt uncomfortable leaving Josh for so long. On the way home, Jonathan called. His back had been hurting him for the past couple of days (he's been working on the spring musical, setting up, moving stuff, climbing, and whatever else one does to help put together a theater production) and he was in so much pain that he could hardly speak.

Asking for medication.

Which is a giant red flag right there because that boy hates pills with a passion.

Anyhow, for whatever reason, his back had gone from bad to "I can't stand up and I can't move."

So, we spent the rest of the evening Lysoling and running and fetching and soothing and "there, there"-ing and fixing jello cups and praying and warming heating pads and rearranging pillows and keeping dogs from jumping on the sick/injured. (Oh, and contemplating going to the ER. Can't forget that.)

Fast forward to morning.

It's a work day.

The sick and the injured are still sick and injured. (although not quite as sick and still about the same on the injured.) It's obvious that there will be no school or work for these two. And while I am a working mom, (and believe me, the last 31 hours have been work) I am a mom first. Once the doctor's office is open, we'll be getting an appointment or two. I suppose that's what family sick days are for. In the meantime, we'll be passing out jello and advil.

(We have a very busy week here at the heigh ho house. It's ring ceremony week and the play starts Thursday. We'd appreciate your prayers for mercy, healing, good health and just saying "no" to passing around whatever bug Josh has.)