I do strange things at strange times. Such as laying in bed thinking about the Golden Years. Years when winter nights aren’t filled with barfing children, raging fevers, whopper earaches and countless trips from one bed to another.
That pretty much describes my past week. Children with aches and pains in so many places we lost count. Snotty noses and hacking coughs. Spiking fevers that caused my littles to mumble in their sleep. Mommy was kept running between baths, buckets, medicines, backrubs and onion ear drops.
I don’t know about you moms, but I personally find it hard to laugh much when I’m physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.
But God knew I needed to laugh today.
And it came at naptime.
We had been to the doctor this morning to find out that my children have strep and one has a double ear infection. I was feeling pretty discouraged because it seems like we get strep quite a bit around here. To top it off, we also heard some very disheartening news about a family in church this morning. And my spirit was heavy.
But when I went to put all the sickies to bed this afternoon, I got a real surprise. As our four-year-old, Logan, bent over to climb onto his bed, my mouth fell open at the sight of little Lightning McQueen shorties peeking out at me through a rip in his pants. And this wasn’t a small hole. It was a rip of probably four inches gaping open! It looked very big at the moment.
However, when the children informed me that “Yes, he wore them that way to the doctor’s office”, that rip began to look embarrassingly larger yet. How could I not have noticed that my four-year-old was walking around in public with his underwear hanging out?!
I must be more tired than I thought. But at least it gave me the laugh I needed.
Some days you must grab your moments of laughter anywhere and everywhere you can to get you through!