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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Am I a horrible mother.....

...because secretly (well, not so secretly now) I think it is nice when I have a kid who is sick enough with a fever to sleep all day?

I would never be happy about it for more than a day of course...okay more than two days....but sometimes it is just a relief to have a quiet day.

Save your hate mail. I know you feel the same way. Admit it.

Aren't these the two luckiest little people you ever knew to have such a wonderful second mother/big sister? This is how you have a large family! The oldest help. I know many people have opinions about that but it is mostly nothing but positive for these older kids to be learning to serve their younger siblings. I love it. I could eat it up. I so wanted to be Mrs. Duggar. Minus the mullet.

Watching cartoons

Look at her little feverish sick eyes. Sad.

She was "hiding" from me so I wouldn't giver her her medicine.

Doesn't get cuter than that!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: Mary McDowell-think we've all been there so sad to see them like that, but the quiet is s0-0 nice.....be well little one :)it's not that you want them sick, just quiet sh-h-h-h; April 24, 2010 at 5:12 PM
Janetlee said...: Hurray for husbands who haul poo! You keep saying I don't read your blog but I do, just not every day. Love you.; April 25, 2010 at 5:00 PM
Anonymous said...: Janelle said...I remember the first time Nicole was sick enough to lose her voice. Ahhhhhhhh :)

Aine said...Then we're all horrible mothers..... ;)

Linda said...You're not wishing them to be sick, you're just finding the upside of a sad situation! Hope she's feeling better!

Tracy said... Yeah....when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade!.....very quietly.

Linda said...Haha!!; August 5, 2011 at 8:56 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Am I a horrible mother.....

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