Sometimes the best laid plans go astray. This would be the case for my family yesterday.
Like many families, we had plans of attending Thanksgiving celebrations. Those plans all changed, however, when Ruthie entered my room just after midnight on Thursday.
“I don’t feel so good. My stomach really hurts.”
An hour later, the inevitable happened – she got sick. An hour after that – she got sick again. And an hour after that – she got sick yet again…
Sometime in the wee hours of Thursday morning it became apparent to me, our itinerary had changed. Ruthie and I would be spending our Thanksgiving at home. Ruthie, needed to be placed in quarantine, and I was beyond tired after being up with her the majority of the night.
While, Ruthie, deemed it as “the WORST Thanksgiving EVER”, I wasn’t so sure. Is this how I planned on spending my Thanksgiving? Certainly not! We did, however, still have plenty to be thankful for.
We have a home, filled with more stuff than we need. I have a washer and dryer, that allowed me to sterilize all the contaminated clothing and linens – and believe me, they worked overtime yesterday. And while my little girl was sick, she would get better soon.
Ruthie, wasn’t so sure. I am fairly certain if, Ruthie, had written the lyrics for the Taylor Swift song “We are Never Ever Getting Back Together”, it would have went a little something like this, “I am NEVER, EVER, getting better!”
And just in case you are wondering how my patient is doing today – She is outside playing with her brothers.
Like I said, we have plenty to be thankful for.
Owen was too!
On his plate full of thanks, he wrote he is thankful for “monkeys, because I am one”.
And I continue to be thankful for my family – my sick ones and my monkeys too.
Only At My House,