Little One is sick. She is not sick enough to lay around, but she is sick enough to warrant a serious hosing at regular intervals. We do not have enough tissues to address the issue.
She is sick enough that if I were working full-time outside the house, I would stay home to care for her. It is one of those days when I feel thankful to be a SAHM. I do not want anyone else (that would be Darling) home taking care of her. I want to do it.
There is a solid chance being a SAHM will end in the next 6 months and I will need to go back into the paycheck-receiving workforce. The good news I have job prospects. The bad news I love being a SAHM and would rather stay one.
It is a constant struggle to stop massaging my worries and remember to leave them with God. Worrying does not add a single hour to life, does it?
Today I feel thankful to be home with my baby. I feel thankful to have a God who not only offers to take my worries, but expects me to leave the worries with Him. I am thankful my baby is not sick enough to lay around and is only sick enough to not be anywhere but home.
It is just the sniffles... funny how that makes me thankful to be home.