I feel brainless.
Just a little…warning. Triangle with exclamation point inside.
This morning, Amanda and I took our kids and went to the Rhea Lana Kids Consignment Sale.
It was kind of crazy to go, because the kids and I are all just getting past this Nasty, Horrible Virus of the winter. But if you never do anything, then, –you never do anything. So we went.
The kids are at the point wherein they are now getting over their illness, so they are the ultimate in crabby and fussy and behavioral breakdown. So take that to town with you. Fun.
Anyway, we did have fun! But want to hear the most amazing thing? This was straight from the hand of my Father. I have no doubt about it.
See, my friend, Raquel, told me about the Rhea Lana thing last fall, but I had just missed it. And so all winter I made faces and bought what I needed at Walmart. Ick. But cheapest around here. And so I had enough that they didn’t need to go naked in the winter. But I did not want to pay $10 a dress for the summer wardrobe for the twins. Not to mention that no little boy should need to wear the same shirts two years in a row. Pants, yes. He has short legs. But shirts? No.
So all winter I would drive past the Rhea Lana sign, and wait for February 14th to roll around. I was excited.
And then the week of February 14th, the twins were sick. Very sick. And I was exhausted. There was no way I was going to Rhea Lana on the first day. So I decided to go on Saturday when Craig would be home. I was sick on Saturday, and totally forgot. Couldn’t go anyway.
Then I heard that Monday most things are half off. I thought probably the best stuff would be gone, but Amanda and I decided to go anyway. Fun outing with each other if nothing else.
What did I find? A lot of nice summer shirts in Bomani’s size, and one pair of jeans in his size, which was all I needed.
And on the girl clothes racks? Someone has a set of twin girls a couple years older than ours. Because there were lots of sets of twin girl dresses, pinned together. You had to buy them both, which was why they were still there. I was ecstatic. I outfitted all my kids for the summer in about 15 minutes’ time. Now that, I can assure, you, is awesome.
And know what? If I would have gone Friday or Saturday, I would have found these twin clothes, but not for half price.
That is from my Father. It’s one of His gracious answers to my prayer, when I pray, “Give us today, our daily bread.” He asks us with food and raiment, to be content. And He provided raiment. I’m grateful.
And yeah, we’ve been eating food too.
So there is the exciting news of the day.
My chopped finger has healed very nicely on the surface. But above the cut, and around it, is still very painful with even a moderate bump. Nerve damage. Yeah. But I’m not going to complain. I can type and I can wash my hands again.
So yeah, last week was a marathon nightmare. Totally horrible. The twins came down with the Nasty, Horrible Virus. Almost constant fever, some days really, really hot. And so miserable, they were just squeaking and grunting in misery a lot of the time. That wears down on a mom really fast. I felt so so terrible for them. But I knew that keeping them on Tylonol would only prolong it. So we kept it mostly to nights. But after so long, they refused to take it. Think, us forcing them, and Daisy, for instance, still not swallowing it.
It was a nightmare. I spent most of their waking hours holding one or the other, feeling bad I wasn’t holding the other one. And they took short naps. So that was most of the time. Okay, so now I am remembering that some forenoons the last half of the week, they were better. Then I would haul around and do my work, and managed to paint my “new” $15 glider rocker white. Although, it is easily the single worst paint job I have ever done. Think, worse than when I was 5 years old. Paint drips and waves running everywhere. But it’s white.
And now I’m going to cover foam that we are buying and cutting to the perfect size and shape, with lovely, black fabric I got for it. Only, I hate sewing things like that, so if someone offers to do it for me, I’ll kiss their feet…
So then, by Friday, I was so so tired. I slept every night with one ear open, because their coughs were so nasty, and I wanted to give them water every time they woke up. They were not drinking nearly enough. Especially Hazel, with her little, stubborn streak. And with short naps during the day, I was just totally done. So I started getting sick, even though I was inhaling nasty tasting stuff.
But Friday night, desperate for a break, I agreed to a Valentine’s Date. Amanda’s girls didn’t care if the twins were sick, and so we dropped them off, left feeling waves of guilt as they cried, and drove to Ft. Worth.
Saturday I was sick. By afternoon, I was aching and having fever and feeling particularly awful. Throat hurt so badly that every time I swallowed, I jerked my head in a hideous grimace.
When I realized I was truly ill, and the girls were still truly ill, I lost it. I crumbled into a tiny heap (okay, not tiny) onto the floor and sobbed my eyes out. Craig was in town getting stuff for our garden. I emailed my best friend a very scary email. I cried more. Then Craig came home. He held me and comforted me and I decided I could live after all. Then the girls woke up. And they wanted food!! When they started playing with toys and fighting again, I knew they had turned the corner.
The funny thing was, we were scheduled to be host family on Sunday. And we had already switched once because of my chopped finger. So last week, I started on Wednesday, and every day, I made part of my meal. So by Saturday, I was not about to say, “don’t come!” So on Sunday they came. I was feeling better, and we had a lovely time.
And that week is history.
A very good thing.
Now, for a few fun pictures yet…
I made playdough for them. The first batch I did not cook. Did my mom really know best? Yes. It was crumbly. Although, maybe that was another mistake, and not the uncooked part.
So I made it again. Cooked each one separately. Turned out soft, smooth, and lovely. They have played so much with the stuff!
Grandma gave them a broom and dust pan set for Christmas. They are so good by now, they can mostly clean up a floor for me!
Sausage is the most delightful dog. If only, now, she would not bark and growl at every person who drives up to our house!
I love hearing Bomani lean out the door and call, “Hey, Saucy girl!”
Bomani is not really scared of her anymore. He still doesn’t like when she licks his face, but neither do I. Hazel is almost done being scared. She will hang out with her. But if Saucy gets too aggressive, she freaks a bit. Daisy? No. Maybe a pet once a day or once a week. Maybe not.
Have a blessed week!
P.S. I think there is supposed to be a high of about 76 tomorrow…