Today started off not so great. Sam is sick and he puked four times this morning. Chunky milk and toast. I know you wanted that visual. For some odd reason he prefers to puke on the carpet right in front of the linoleum. Yay.
So after the fourth large puddle I was getting very frustrated. It was one piece of toast and a small cup of milk, how did it quadruple?! One puddle made it directly on the couch, so I've considered torching it altogether.
These events happened a few hours ago, so I'm chilled out now.
I'm actually kinda laughing about it now because it brought a scripture to mind.
The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.
Proverbs 16:9
This morning I got up and made a small list of things I wanted to get done around the house. None of those things were or have been accomplished. Instead I have cleaned up puke, looked up ways to rid my couch and carpet of vomit smell, held my sick son to his little hearts content, and went to Kroger for pedialyte. Also having a small melt down in the middle of all that.
Regardless of not getting anything done on my list, I feel strangely accomplished.
God works in mysterious ways.
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