Just makes you want to drop in for a visit, doesn't it?
Son (#3) came through surgery, on Tuesday, quite the little Trooper. I finally said, "It's OK to cry, Buddy." He was so very brave.
Here's a picture that we'll title, "Look how much fun I'm having BEFORE things start hurting really badly." Notice the nose that looks to the left. And the "Sweet!" jammies.
We have no pictures of the after, because that would have been heartless. And I was too busy answering the calls for ". . . water. . . water. . . water" that sounded like they came from someone who has single-handedly crawled across the Sahara.
Needless to say, it was much more of an ordeal than I had let myself anticipate.
Hmmm. I think that's called denial.But I prefer to think of it as "taking no thought for tomorrow. . . sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
In the meantime, I'm going to let the house go, cater to Son's (#3) every wish (like eggrolls - for breakfast?), try to hold Baby Boy and NOT fix dinner (thanks to a sweet friend who is bringing it). And make sure everyone gets a good, long nap.
Because that will fix everything.
I'm so very grateful for all of the help. Taking Daughter (#7) to BSF, keeping Baby Boy, keeping Daughter, bringing the kids home from school, helping with schoolwork, getting dinner on the table, etc. Let me tell you, I couldn't have spent all day at the hospital with Son (#3) without so very much help.
Bless you all, you know who you are!
Thanks ever so much for your prayers. His grace is sufficient.