Question: What time in the a.m. do the birds start their sweet, all-is-well-with-my-soul singing?
Answer: Exactly at 5:00 a.m.
Question: Why do I know the answer to that?
Answer: Anna Grace, the very beloved one, awoke at 3:20 a.m. with a runny nose. Not enjoying mouth breathing, she got hysterical and cried. She continued her I'm-so-tired-I'm-beside-myself fussing for much of the next three hours, sending Mommy into the playroom to finish the night so as not to wake the other three. Daddy had already gone to work.
Toward morning while listening to the birds during Anna's oh-so-short catnaps, the voice in my head said this: "How will I manage on 2.5 hours of sleep? Will I holler at the kids? Will I feel well enough to do the gardening we planned? This is such an awful bummer! Dear God, have some mercy! She doesn't like mouth breathing! I think we've got that message loud and clear. Let's have some miraculous snot-drying miracle. Please!"
At 6:30 a.m. the snot dried up (suction-gathering blue thing was useless) and she slept until 7:30 a.m., in a nearly upright position on my chest. And I finally shut my eyes and drifted off.
Until Daniel, the talkative one, come into the playroom to start his day at 7:30, waking baby and ending the sleeping spell she was under.
I write this to illustrate the miraculous way God's grace works for Mommies everywhere. Somehow he helps us glide through our days, despite the angst of our nights.
Looks like no gardening today. Daniel and I made up this rhyme:
Rain, rain you sil-ly head,
We wan-ted to weed the gar-den bed.
Rain, rain you make us sad,
but the flo-wers you bring
they make us glad.
Enjoy your Saturday!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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