Day. Seven.

Flu. Yuck. This one’s ugly. Our homeschool co-op closed for a week because so many were affected, and yes, some of it is HINI, although I don’t know if ours is or not. So, we’re hunkering down, eating chicken noodle soup and popsicles, and spending lots of time on the couch.

Reid talked in church on Sunday about finding a way each day to express gratefulness, and challenged us to speak gratefulness every day for a week, so I’ll be doing a little series of entries from home over the course of our flu.

Grateful for PJ days.

Grateful for Sam’s attempt at congeniality. Not buyin it.

Lily says “yay. I get to eat on a tray In the living room. This rocks!” Grateful for the song in her heart.

So grateful that Caroline was up for a bubble bath this morning.

Seven sickies, spread out over two rooms . . . grateful I HAVE two rooms to spread ‘em out.

Here’s the treat. Tin Soldiers . . . only when you’re sick. It’s a house specialty, and it comes with a cup of tea and honey. And, you get it served on your own tray with a little placemat under your favorite “LOVE” plate.  Got those Valentine’s plates on clearance at Target about seven years ago . . . best move I ever made . . .each of the kids has their “favorite” and it makes them feel the love when I serve them Tin Soldiers on their plates.

I recall sitting in the teacher’s lounge at Linganore High School and telling my friends that I would not be returning to teach once we had our baby. Some of my best friends paused and said, “Well, good luck, but you’ll never be able to do it on one teacher’s salary.” I tucked that under my hat, and said in my heart, “You watch what God can do.”

I have been a stay-at-home mom for the last sixteen years.  I am so grateful that when they are sick, I am the one that holds their head, snuggles them on the couch, and  prays over them. Carl has always supported my being at home  and  I am SOOO grateful for him being willing to do whatever it takes to support our family. Oh and I’m also grateful for my mom and dad, who will always help me with my little ones with no fear of catching germs and my sister, who lives a parallel life right over the hill . . . just to know she’s fighting the same battles in her house makes me feel better.   Wow. I had forgotten I have so many things to be grateful for, here on day seven of Freundel Flu.