Last night a good friend called. I had just come down with the fever and chills the kids had earlier in the week and my head felt like it was in a vise. We are still living out of boxes because we've had at least two sick people at all times since the move. It has poured every day. We are supposed to leave on a mini-vacation tomorrow and when we come back we have friends staying in the house. Four of them are children and I'm still trying to find the floor space so they can bed down for the night when they visit. Kyri is having emotional issues with the move that nearly sent her to ER two days ago when she tripped, hit her head, and stopped breathing for a minute and then threw up. (I called the doctor's office and the diagnosis was "emotional." THANK YOU! I agree.) She can't sleep in her own room alone and between that and being sick one of us has each given up a night of sleep to care for her the last two nights. The last week has been nothing short of miserable. I told Mike last night that I was looking forward to making one good memory in this house. Hopefully soon. (Even the Lakers beat the Suns since we've moved here.)
Lindsay called at just the right time. I was on the verge of tears. She listened to me and understood. Then she asked to pray for me. When she did, she asked that I would find joy. Which is just what I had thought was missing from my life two minutes before.
Last night was hard. But despite being so cold I wore a sweater most of the night and then so hot I stripped it off and not sleeping for more than a few hours between taking care of K and my 4:30am nursing duty, I felt calmer. I am clinging to a little joy that this too shall pass.
7 comments:
awh - what a rough time for all this to come up! praying some better memories for you soon!
I'm sorry you are having such a rough go of it, my heart goes out to you! I am praying for you all! Please call on me if you need anything!
Just stopped by to tell you I was thinking about you all day! Still praying for joy... it will come, I promise. But more importantly - He promises!
I love you.
I am so sorry that you all have had such a hard time with the move and being so sick. Maybe not a good time for company: they may get sick and you need more rest.
Your "other" mom: Judy
To me, the first week or so in a new house is always really uncomfortable mentally. You wanted to move, you were excited, but then everyone is vaguely uneasy until it starts to feel like home. Hope that happens soon for you guys.
I am sorry things are so rough for you right. I will also pray that you all are soon feeling much better and that joy comes, and that so does the sunshine. :)
~Becky
Rachelle, hoping things get better quickly! So sorry everything came to a head at once!
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