Posted January 20, 2005
Murphy’s law: the week you are the busiest is the week everyone will get sick. This is what my week was supposed to be like: baby shower Tuesday night, Home Group Wednesday night, Worship practice Thursday night, my friend Heidi’s daughter’s birthday party Friday night, indoor water park in Canada with my husband and kids Saturday, and leading worship for two services Sunday morning. As of yesterday, we bagged the Canada trip, since Noah got sick and this bug seems to last at least a week. I skipped the baby shower Tuesday night cause I knew the rest of the week was going to be crazy. I called my mom this morning, and she graciously agreed to lead worship in my place. This afternoon I will be calling my friend Heidi and asking if her husband could pick up my daughter Natalie for the birthday party, since I won’t be attending for fear of exposing others to this wretched plague! Depressing, huh? I started feeling yucky last night while watching American Idol, and it wasn’t just out of pity for the people who have delusions of talent and have their hopes trounced by Simon, Paula, and Randy. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling achy, sneezy, grumpy — sounds like a scene from Snow White, huh? Anyway, I’m doing nothing today except what I have to do to keep my kids fed and happy. On a positive note, I’ll have lots of time to crochet the baby afghan I’m working on for a friend, to get caught up on the Lost episodes my Dad records for me since we don’t have cable and can only tune in Fox with our antenna, and to read.
Health and Rest, Carrie
Current reading: “Heaven” by Randy Alcorn and “At the Scent of Water” by Linda Nichols
