I was up until 1 in the morning today.
I’d love to say that I was finishing an awesome book, or that I was able to stay awake for a whole movie, or even that I was chatting with one of my long distance besties.
But no, sadly I was up holding a puke bowl for one of the five year-olds. For the dramatic five year-old.
This morning, groggily, the hubs and I got to have “the talk“. You know, the “who stays home”. He has more paid leave than I do, but, as a pastor, he is kind of in his “busy season”. I had some actual pressing stufff to get done, so he took one for the team and slept in covered the morning shift and I came home at lunch time.
Thankfully the sick twin is feeling better, but still moving slow (and napping!) and the well twin is still healthy.
So what I get is a bit of unexpected peace during a busy season. I was able to do some dusting and tidying, some painting with the girls, and now I am cozy in my quiet living room. I’m watching the snow fall softly outside. I have Christmas music streaming on Amazon Prime.