We got hit.
Sunday morning it was Baby Girl. Tuesday morning Big Girl (again). Tuesday evening Hubby. This evening Baby Girl was having more symptoms after being free and clear of fever and such so we’ll be back at the doctor’s office first thing in the morning. This flu season is crazy. The girls school has had record absences due to the flu and reports of pediatric fatalities on the evening news have made us hyper vigilant in getting care.
I was achy but now I’m just trying to stay well and take care of my household. I’ve been out of work all week and likely will be out for the rest of the week. Plus, a good friend of mine got seriously ill on Monday and a beloved mentor died peacefully at home on hospice yesterday. Honestly I am run down. Beyond exhausted. I’m not sure how much I have left to give. Part of it is my fault; I’ve been eating so much junk and putting in minimal movement that my reserves were low to begin with.
I’m so tired and stretched that as Big Girl took her bath I started to do the one thing I could do in this moment to stay sane. No, not wine. No, not chocolate (I stress ate all of it yesterday). I started pacing and singing hyms: What a friend we have in Jesus. All our sins and griefs to bear. What a privilege to carry everything to God in prayer. Singing hymns is my form of prayer when words escape me and tears are forming in my eyes. I’m grateful for the songwriters who traveled through the valley of the shadow of death and left praise and lament for times when my own words fail me. I’m not sure what this evening or tomorrow or the rest of the week holds, but through it all I trust that God will heal and strengthen each of us.