Today...began a half hour before I wanted it to, and I spent most of the day trying to shake it off. Then came the news that we have pertussis in our house, meaning Whooping cough. Not. Fun.
I have so many feelings about it that I just don't know where to start. The school has just adopted a new policy that makes it really hard for me to choose not to use antibiotics. I'm sleeping on it, and I'll do what is best for the kids as far as I can figure. I don't want them to get sick, but I don't want to pump them full of strong nasty medicine either! So that threw my day into turmoil, as I struggled with the decisions that have to be made.
I focused on completing laundry today, and I got many loads finished, and even put away! Yay! But not all, and every time I tell the kids it's time to put away laundry I get at least one complainer. I really don't like that. The day went OK, until cleanup time when all the kids fell apart. I was not wanting to have a big confrontation about it, but somehow it turned into all four kids crying almost simultaneously about the cleanup, or something else. Thea and Cirdan ended up in multiple timeouts, eventually complying only at the threat of being sent to bed without dinner! I didn't like it.
Solomon is sick, and not feeling well at all. I hope he feels better soon, we love him and don't want him to suffer.
I have got to get to bed too and hopefully not get this myself. Oh well, God's in control, not me. I'll prayerfully sleep on it, and hope that the decisions are clear to me in the morning.
