Wednesday, February 2, 2011

For the first time ever . . .

Every single human in this house is sick.


Influenza, baby.  And man, is it ever a ride.

Vern came down with it last night, and he has been absolutely miserable today (and such a sweet trooper about it, too).  I've managed to do something to myself that feels a lot like a spigelian hernia (combination of lots of coughing and utterly flabby/slack abdominals from ribcage to pelvic girdle), so I'm trying hard to not lift much until my abdominal brace arrives tomorrow (thank you, Amazon Prime!).

Most of the children are sleeping all around me, on couches and ottomans, but there are a couple I managed to get into bed before they crashed.  That's what I get for using the audio version of the Book of Mormon for our family scripture study tonight.  (The reader's voice is so. soothing. It's just not fair.)

The Bear has been such a one to see today.  He has those huge, tired, "I've-got-the-flu" eyes, but has still been tripping around the house singing things like "Cows are in the meadow, eating buttercups . . . Loutzenhiser, we all stand up!"* and "I Belong to the Church of Jesus Christ with Ladder Saints"**.  I love to hear his conscious substitutions and imprecise renditions of things he hears.

* The line should be "Thunder, lightning, we all get up!", and is the follow-up to Ring around the Rosy.  We attend church with a family by the name of Loutzenhiser, and a few months ago, he took hold of the idea to learn how to say it.  He now loves to surprise me with it by dropping it here and there . . . but I think this is my favorite use for it yet.

** I Belong to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is one of the children's Sunday School songs.

It's waaaaay late, but I just had to write at least something.  "That which you persist in doing becomes easier, not because the nature of the thing has changed, but because your ability to do has increased," as my Grandmother Campbell enticed me into memorizing as a young girl who complained regularly and loudly about practicing the piano.  I don't remember who said it (and I think I have slightly streamlined the verbiage), but a truer thing never has been said.  (How can something be truer than 100%? lol)  I want blogging with honesty to become easier--I want to live less inside myself and more genuinely to those around me, and I feel like, somehow, this is good practice.

And I want so much to make this blog the place where I fall in love with my life again . . . with being alive.  It has been a long time, and with the new year, and the return of the light, it feels like it's time.

And now, I'm off to see if I can get any sleep before mommy's-night-duty-for-the-sick-folks begins.  I do love my family . . .

1 comment:

Lexi said...

Jace sings great renditions of things too! Sorry you are all sick! I hope things turn upward soon. I learned that quote reading 7 habits. But I don't remember who was the original author. Love you.