Grumpy but Thankful

I don't wanna get up!!

Usually when SuperT comes into my room at 6:30am I'm already aware of reality.  Still, I pretend to be drifting in lala land until he convinces me that I really do have to get him breakfast.  Not this morning.  I must not have slept well even though I don't remember tossing, turning, or being awake all night.  I talked to him, promised him a minute and promptly fell back asleep.  We repeated this cycle 3-4 times until I offered him the opportunity to grab his own cheese stick.  Then I begrudgingly, and sourly forced myself out of bed.  Stumbling like a drunk with a hangover I made my way to the bathroom then the cereal box.  

But I'm thankful I have my SuperT waking me up in the mornings.  What would I do with out his endearing and mischievous smile?  Who  else could make me, laugh, cry and scold all at the same time?  Seriously.  Once when he was two I told him to get a pull-up on his butt.  So he sat on it and said 'Ok!' and used his hands to hold it in place on his backside.  Today, for one reason or another was much harder to get up, but there is no other way I'd like to wake up.  Certainly a mischievous little blonde is way sweeter than a noisy, unforgiving larm clock.

As I sit here waking up to coffee with Facebook and Pinterest (hey, no judging this early...  Too tired to read anything of value before finishing my first cup) I hear it.  Dry heaving.  From The Batman.  Yes, even The Batman gets sick once in awhile.  And of course it happened less than 10 seconds after Prince Charming walks out the door.  I can't believe it.  I contemplate getting my stiff achy body in gear and running for help, insisting he stay home.  But I don't.  First, I simply can't muster the energy, but also, somebody's gotta bring home the bacon.  I can't sell my 'birthright' for one humble bowl of  get out of sick kid duty free'. So I give The Batman a few minutes to gain composure, thereby not loosing my quarter cup o' joe.  He seems fine, but listless. In high hopes that he's just suffering from low blood sugars I offer up crackers. That was about 40 minutes ago.  He ate them and is now sleeping.

However, the prosect of staying home with a tummy sick kid is never appealing. And it always happens during the work week.  Well it seems to, but it did happen a few Sundays in a row last winter.  

This brings to mind something else I'm thankful for.  Mr. The Batman rarely actually gets sick. In fact the same bug that knocked his little bro out off and on for weeks only had him down for a day or two.  I think other than one case of a viral tummy bug he wasn't ever really sick until after he turned 3.  Sure he'd get the sniffles and the occasional fever, but rarely anything a normal person would fret over. I'm a little bit of a hypochondriac though. There's always something wrong with somebody.  

I'm thankful for the overall and general health of my family. A family God found me deserving of.  In my 'sane' moments I know in His sovereignty that He knows I'm the best fit for them, as they are for me.  In my lower moments, I sometimes wonder what God is teaching them or punishing them for being stuck with me.  Especially my Prince Charming.  I am so thankful that while he's not perfect, God has given me a man of integrity, honesty and ethic.  Had I run out in tears begging him to stay because a kid MIGHT puke he'd do his best to give me at least a half day.  He's done it before.  Even though he's the working force in our home and I'm the one that willingly (even begged for) accepted the opportunity to stay home and raise kids, sick or otherwise.  

Today, I am simply thankful that I'm still around, have a family that I've done little or nothing to deserve and have the opportunity to serve them.  Some may think its a lowly job, or even simply making myself into a doormat, but I still feel like its a much higher calling and certainly the best place for me.  I'm thankful for it, even on the days I don't like it.