There are few things quite so frustrating as having a toddler with a cold at home, especially if said toddler doesn’t talk very much and really only wants to snuggle with mama in order to feel better.
Last week was tough week. Youngest Daughter wasn’t the only one not feeling well, though with the older kids, it’s been more of a day here and a day there. Furthermore, it’s easier to physically disconnect – none of the others follow me around and cry when they can’t be held when they are sick.
Yes, this was supposed to be a Sunday post, but like many things, it’s been postponed until the time that I have some little bit of breathing room.
In any case, apart from trying to keep everyone healthy, it was the type of week that sometimes one just has to get through. I don’t mean to make light of the fact that each day is a God-given gift, because that is the truth. No day that He creates is bad. Yet we live in a fallen world, and there are things that come in that create tremendous loads of strife and stress. It’s during these times, it’s important to still remember what is good.
In the midst of kind of feeling like I was falling apart, I contacted a priest whom I have known for a long time and also consider a friend. Despite the fairly late hour, he was there to listen, and I am extremely grateful for that.