I just finished working for the night (at 10:40 p.m.). That's one bad thing about working from home - my days just stretch on and on. Hmm. Now that I think of it, that happens on the days I go into the office, too.
Went to the doctor today to get drops for my eyes. I never see my real doctor anymore, and today I didn't even get to see the nice, young doc that usually fills in. Today I had Michael Caine's brother. Or at least the spitting image of him. He even had a British accent, although not quite the same as Michael Caine's. He wasn't big on patient interaction/bedside manner. I asked him a question about how long I'm contagious for, he answered me, and then turned to make notes and said, "So, do you have any questions for me?" Huh?
So now I have to go into work tomorrow, even though I really shouldn't since I'm contagious until about 3 p.m. tomorrow (24 hours after I started the drops). I'm sorry co-workers if I infect you!
We got R. to bed 12 minutes earlier tonight (@ 8:53) - woohoo! Poor A. was pretty frustrated by the whole process, which I completely understand. I pretty much lost it the other night trying to deal with it myself, and A. had to take over. There's just a lot of time between when we finish bedtime and when R. actually stays in his bed and falls asleep. During that time, we have to keep putting him back into bed, taking him downstairs to pee, telling him over and over again to lay down/be quiet/close his eyes. It's so frustrating to get him settled, leave the room, close the door, and two milliseconds later hear his feet running across the floor. But we're getting there. Slowly. The only unintended consequence so far has been R. waking up earlier in the morning. Instead of 7:30 or 8 a.m., he's now waking up at 6:15 or 6:30. That means I'm on duty and I don't get to take a shower or I'm late to work. What happened to this theory that if you put them to bed earlier, they wake up later? 'Cause, you know, I was kind of counting on that!
So, back to my original plan to write out my prayers on this blog. Tonight, I'm thankful Lord for my health - and for A.'s and R.'s health. We're healthy people. We get colds, and we've definitely got our problems (me - allergies, A. - eczema, allergies), but when I was at the doctor's office today and then at CVS and was surrounded by lots of sick people, older people in pain, etc., I realized how blessed I am to be healthy and strong. Thank you, Lord. Please be with all those who are sick and hurting and struggling to get through every day. Be especially with Alicia's dad and A.'s mom.
And, thank you Lord for helping me think differently about my wanting a "grandmother." Thank you for showing me that my life is full of loving, faithful people who play that role in many, many different ways. And, thank you for reminding me that you've got work for me to do - reaching out to others and lifting them up as I want to be lifted.
And, thank you for Pastor Henry. Bless her tonight. I feel such love from her, and I hope she knows how much her words touch others each Sunday.