Saturday, September 17, 2011

Saturday

I was puked on. Three times. By both of my children. (Total, not each.)
Our bathrooms had some sort of plumbing issue. Both of them. (Somehow connected but I know nothing about plumbing except that I only use the indoor variety.)

Today was actually a very nice Saturday, even with the rough moments.

The plumbing issue has been resolved somehow for now by an answer to prayer.
The boys seem to be feeling better at the moment.
Right now it is pouring down rain. I love rain at night. So soothing. 
The Hubs and I declared it a pizza night.
I have been wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt all day. (Not the same ones all day, for obvious reasons.)

I sit on my lumpy brown couch thinking how lucky, how blessed I am as I hold my babies close. Yet I can't help but think of the kids out there who have no one to snuggle them when they are sick or tired or scared by a thunderstorm.  My heart breaks because there is a world of un-snuggled children out there.  I must do something.  I don't know the details. But I know I must do something.

1 comment:

  1. Ah, yes, I must do something too about the unsnuggled kids, and can't wait!

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