I am whipped. And I have a smashing headache.
My bed beckons.
I wonder if I could call in today. Take a day off from mothering?
Just one sick day.
Or a mental health day would be grand.
And the rambunctious 3 year old who usually stirs around 8am is fast asleep in MY bed, next to my hubby, while my usually dead-to-this-world 15 month old is wide awake, and “talking” and laughing up a storm.
It’s deliriously lovely. Painfully sweet.
And considering the babes only got to bed around 11pm last night after a Thanksgiving gathering of my hubby’s side of the family…we should all be studying the backs of our eyelids right now.
Just a thought.
Need grace. Lots of it. Send now.
“Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed”
1 Corinthians 15:50-52
{Amen}
