|~Trying on a fish net~|
Prayers and Nyquil are the combination I credit to nary a peep from my sick fish last night!
(In case you were wondering, "sick fish" is a family term coined by Zachary when he was 2 or so.
It was birthed in a game with aunties and uncles once upon a time, and
we've continued it's use over the years when there are sickies in our house.)
My Courtney started praying for our family before I hit the hay, and I doused my children
right before sending them to bed (She is of the Race that knows Joseph, she is!)
I know that uncomfortable kiddos sharing a room and waking through
the night is a recipe for a long long night for me. Sleep is good.
It's good for them.
It's good for me.
Today has been a restful day with drizzly rain outside, and chicken soup within.
Legos, and Andy Griffith, and rest. Lots and lots of rest.
It's 5pm and the smell of bread fresh from the oven wafts up to where I repose
on my bed with a baby and 6 children-on-the-mend.
Dinner is all but served, and more Andy Griffith is shortly in store.
Days like this are rare. And so is rest!
But I guess I hit the jackpot today :-)