The Fall

Not up to any number of quick takes today. Woke up to find almost a full compliment of children in my bed. Only one missing and he eventually came in to complain that he had had to go to Bible Study and that it wasn’t fair. Told him Jesus appreciates his suffering. No play group for us today. Not even sure how much school I can wade through.  We don’t ever stop doing school for illness, or really for anything, but we don’t usually all get sick. It’s usually only half of us or less at a time.

Lay back in my chair last night and searched around for someone to blame. “Do you think it’s possible that God just doesn’t want us to do anything,” asked Matt, in his pious holy way, “so that he can do it and we won’t get credit?”

“Sure, that’s fine,” I said, “but is God going to do the laundry? Or is he just impressing on me yet again that I am failure at laundry, both in sickness and in health, because I knew that already.”

“You are very wicked person,” said my kind husband.

“I know,” I said, “desperately wicked. But as I said, we both already knew that.” And so the long day wore on. And so today will wear on.  Will try to read all the Friday books I usually read, and languidly provide lunch and whatever. Maybe will do the laundry. Will spend a capacious measure of time sitting at my desk staring at a blank screen begging God to give me a few more words or something. And then for our awesome date night we’ll go to bed early and read the onion for like 30 seconds until we fall into fitful fretful anguished sleep. Have a lovely weekend!