We had this genius plan for how to keep Bean home all week without both Chris and I losing our jobs. Chris was going to keep him Wednesday, my wonderful sister-in-law, Annie, was going to stay with him Thursday, and then I’d stay home on Friday. Everybody wins!
But then God saw my plan and laughed and said, “You silly thing! You STILL think you are in charge here?”
And in the middle of the night last night, Chris woke up with a RAGING fever. Like Bean, Chris runs really high fevers if he gets them, and this was one of the highest. He was sweaty and hot and cold and it was just awful. So, this morning, I called Annie and told her I would be staying home on Thursday and Friday to take care of both boys. Then, I went into panic mode for about half an hour while I scrounged around to find a sub, threw together some lesson plans for the next two days, rang my hands about how much work I have been missing (though most of it has been for professional development and not for personal time), and then emailed my awesome co-worker who has been helping figure out my sub stuff while I’ve been taking care of a sick Bean for the past couple weeks.
Just as I was starting to get overcome with that anxious feeling of, “This is it! I’m losing control of everything!” Gracie came running into my office and threw her arms around me.
“Mommy!” she squealed. “I want Yucky Charms fo’ beckfast!”
And, just like that, I was right where I was supposed to be.
So, I fixed breakfast for Gracie and Bean, changed into jeans, gave Chris medicine and made him drink, like, a 2 liter of Gatorade. Then, I got Gracie dressed and took her to daycare while Bean got himself dressed. When I got home, Bean and I ran to the grocery store for some cleaning supplies and more Gatorade. (Fluids are in high demand around here right now…)
I have spent all morning cleaning our house from top to bottom, giving out cold medicine like it’s candy, and making sure Bean is doing all of his breathing treatments. And I have not thought once about work.
Surprisingly, missing work has actually calmed me down a little bit. I think having one foot at work and one foot at home was more stressful than just stopping one for a bit to get the other under control. My classes will survive for two days without me. Meetings can be rescheduled. Deadlines might be missed. But all of those things can be made up later. Right now, I’m 100% focused on getting our house clean and my family healthy, and that is a full time job.
In the chaos of the past few weeks, I haven’t been praying very much, other than the hurried prayers of, “Please help Michael get better.” But I’ve seen God. I’ve seen him throw curveballs at me in an effort to keep me focused on what really matters. I’ve seen him in the friends and family who are calling to check on us, adding us to prayer lists, and stopping by with a casserole and a hug. I may not have been reaching out, but like a good friend, God not only waits on me, he meets me where I am.
Priorities are no joke. Mine are constantly tested by every day life. And I’m thankful that even when my head gets nervous and anxious, my heart belongs to a God who knows exactly where I’m supposed to be.