I have a cold.
I’m in that coughing stage where I’m actually getting better, but sound awful. I realized as I hacked up a lung on the flight to Atlanta for Together for Adoption, that I was the reason Airborne was created. Every time I had a coughing fit, I watched the elderly lady in front of me pat her hair.
I am really sorry about that.
In other news, my father-in-law is having a big beaver problem on his cattle farm. The beavers are wrecking his ponds. My husband texted me a picture of the beavers he caught. Which is pretty romantic, I might add. I replied, “your dad really needs a reality show called Those Dam Beavers.”
I was pretty proud of that.
While I was away coughing and loving mercy, my husband was in charge at home.
He sent me some pictures of my kids playing in the rain with the caption, “this is why I’m the fun parent.”
I responded with “where in the world are you?”
Awesome, apparently we have a wee bit of a drainage problem when it rains.
I love getting to tell the Mercy House story, but I hate missing moments like these (taken from my husband’s Facebook wall):
5 yr old – what are we having for dinner?
My husband: steak
5 yr old nearly crying – I’m going to fix my own dinner. I don’t like snake.
My husband:: Honey, I said S T E A K
As I put her to bed tonight, I snuggled up and told her how much I missed her.
She hugged me back and said, “I sort of like it when you leave.”