How Today Went Down

I didn't get my run in today. Or a walk.

But I did get to clean up unpleasantness, such as feces, off the floor. I spent a good while endeavoring to clean vomit off of Livia's rug (without vomiting myself, which is the real test). I had the privilege of using a pick ax and shovel to relocate my hydrangea and level the ground around our back steps in the hope that I will be able to lay a small patio later this week. There were throw-ups on my clothes that needed attended to. Emergency soaks in the washing machine.

We don't get sick much around here. (Thank you, Lord! For Your mercy and for educating us and giving us JuicePlus+!). When we are sick it usually doesn't last very long. Long enough, though, to remind me that it isn't very important if I get my run in. I WANT to. I want my few peaceful minutes outside, alone. But those minutes can't compare with the honor it is to serve and love my family. So, for today, I spent my moments cleaning up and wiping up and washing up and cuddling and kissing and doing all the things that mommies do. (By the way, the best part of all of that today was a conversation over lunch about lying. The boys and I were having a pretty serious and pertinent discussion that ended with Rhyle (4) looking at me imploringly and asking me to "pray and ask God for the blood of Jesus to cover over" him.)

Maybe I'll get a run tomorrow.