All in a Day's Work

About a hundred pages into the book I'm reading I actually started enjoying it.  I've grinned, laughed, cried and felt deeply about the people in this fictional diary.  It's made me appreciate so much about my own life too, and to really feel for the times that have gone before and the many courageous souls who suffered so much and yet found joy and happiness in the midst of their trials.

This morning felt like a trial to me.  In short detail, I took three sick kids to the doctors (for a couple of hours of course due to labs and lots of waiting), stopped for prescriptions, popsicles, ice cream and mini eggs for me, came home to put some down for naps, PMSed, changed a disastrous mess of poop out of underwear and pants, bathed, cried, tried to get a onery two year old down for nap and tried to read my book in peace.  Of course the first entry I read in the book was about the loss of a child due to sickness.  I marched my weary body and soul back up there to lay with my toddler, comforting and singing until he fell asleep.  Sarah Agnes Prine would think me a wimp, but I am learning from her and I am trying.  When I had really young kids there were mornings like today quite often, sick children abounded, and I've just been spoiled and the hit feels harder.  I am so spoiled.