hazel decided she needed to clean Every polly, no objections here!
Dear Children, you have been cranky this week. And you have come close to getting your mouth washed our with vinegar. It's ok I still love you to pieces. Dear Angels, I thought maybe i must be doing better since the Lord didn't send anyone to my door on Sunday. But they were just running late, they came. And I got a phone call that I didn't get to return. I am so amazed at these people's kindness. They stayed and talked with me for a very long time, someone who understands my heartache, who I had never met before, that just showed up at my door. How could I ever think that the Lord doesn't hear my pleas and cries to Him. He does. And He is making sure I know it. Dear Hazel, it was so nice of you to share your sickness and headache and cough with me. It was bound to happen since we share a bed and you like to breathe on my face. Dear Big Brother, I know you don't like attention. I understand that. But I didn't even know you thought of me, you are so busy. It meant so much to me, it made me cry and made my kids overly excited and so happy. THANK YOU! I love you.
Dear Fam, I hope you guys have fun at your ward camp out. I hate to miss it, it was kind of a tradition. I bet you will sleep way better minus my four loud kids. Dear Splitting Headache, I can't take it anymore. It has been a week long headache that wakes me from my sleep, I am so exhausted. I need relief, chopping my head off like a chicken sounds good about now. Dear Sherrie, I love talking with you. You are one of my best friends. I love you. Dear Kade, you had a hard week. In one day you got a flat tire on your bike, got chased by a dog and girls and lost your favorite halo guy on the play ground. Then you had homework, there were some tears. But then they had scouts! Dear Flu, at least I assume that is what I have. Some kind of respiratory flu. It's like a bad head cold and cough, but waaayy worse. After over a month of not being able to breathe before I moved more respiratory problems are not exactly welcome. And I am out of kleenex. And I have a blister on my finger from getting burned when straightening Hailey's hair. And when I went out side to do laundry there was a roach on the washer. Some how that makes the flu worse. Dear Rain, I love a cloudy, rainy day sometimes. Add some thunder in there too. It's more fitting when you are sick. I am grateful that so far we do not have any leaks, seeing how it looks like we are missing the roof. Oh wait, water pours in under the back door, is that a leak? Dear Self, I hate being sick, but I have survived the week.
