There ARE Options…

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My son has been extremely sick with the flu or flu-like illness since Friday. My daughter finished her antibiotics for strep on Friday only to have a slight fever and 24-hour stomach bug starting yesterday afternoon. Just when that seemed to be resolving itself, she spiked a high fever and is in bed with the flu. Apparently we are sampling all of the lovelies being passed around school. Awesome. Have I mentioned how much I loathe the numerous springs we have had this fall? BRING ON THE FREEZE ALREADY!!!!

Fevers freak me out. Especially ones that make my babies cry in pain. We are only at the beginning of what I’m guessing will be 48-72 hours of fever for my baby girl. (That’s how long it took for my son.)

Add to my freak-out the fact that it’s holiday party week at school… and I’m in charge of one party and have the party favors for the other one at my house. Hello OCD nightmare.

Of course, as I’m freaking out, I’m also beating myself of with guilt because at least we don’t live in Connecticut… my babies may be super-sick, but they are super-here. So I am desperately trying not to be desperate. I AM a problem-solver.  Now let’s solve the problem.

The solution: both kids are staying home tomorrow no matter what. No one wants us to give them this for Christmas. I’ve emailed the other room mom in my daughter’s class to see how I can get the goods to her. And on Wednesday, Pa will watch whichever sickies are quarantined to our house. Adam, my mom and I will go to my son’s school and throw a spectacular Holiday Party for his class. And if my son can’t be there, we will have another spectacular Holiday party at my house when we get home. Problems solved.

I’m telling you this to remind you that there ARE options. Even when things look bleak and aren’t turning out the way you planned, there are ways to make it work. Good thing I’ve been practicing being uncomfortable this year… now to work on not being so whiny ;)

Something Uncomfortable: Day 209

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This might seem silly to everyone who is NOT a perfectionist...

My Something Uncomfortable for today was to NOT cut perfect hexagons for my son's class today. It was monumentally difficult, but I cut the corners off of the squares and hoped for the best. Getting them all done was far more important than having them all be perfect. 

Although it is hard to imagine, sometimes perfection cannot be my goal.

What do you need to let go of today? Do you need to change your goals?

Something Uncomfortable: Day 208

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So I mentioned the other day that we are having family pictures done on Sunday. And I might have mentioned that I’m panicking a bit about what we are going to wear. We need to coordinate, but not be too matchy matchy. Of course, my kids are insisting they wear particular items. My poor husband has no say in the matter and I own NOTHING that coordinates with my kids’ choices. I am humoring them so they humor me by smiling and being cute for the pictures. I found a sweater and a scarf at Old Navy yesterday.

Here’s where we are at so far:

I say so far because our awesome photographer, Amy from Amy Joy Photography, is going to come over tomorrow night to give the final approval for the outfits. You are probably thinking, “Wow! Talk about a full-service photographer!” Amy is actually one of my former “kids” from youth ministry. She came to our wedding 12 years ago when she was in 8^th GRADE! Now Amy is all grown up with a husband and a toddler and a photography business. Putting that all into writing makes me feel super old, but whatever. Amy is awesome and so are her pictures. So consider this my shameless promotion of her work.

Anyway… we are doing the photo shoot after church on Sunday. This morning I started freaking out about things like: will our hair still look good after service? Will my children destroy their outfits before we even get to the shoot? Can I handle wearing a scarf around my neck that long? And I naturally concluded… Maybe we should skip church this weekend. Even though I don’t want to skip church.

In my frenzy, I could almost hear God say, “Hey, Sparky! Have we met? I’m God. I’m pretty sure I can handle getting you to the photo shoot without incident. And I’m pretty sure you’ll look fabulous. After all, I am GOD! How about if you let Me be in charge and you go to church? K?”

K.

Sigh. I hate when my OCD side wins. I’m so glad He reminded me who is really in control.

Are you living today like you are in charge, or like God is in charge?