My oldest child is sick. She has a nasty cold and cough and is just downright miserable. I know, in all my mom wisdom, that she needs rest. Can I convince her to go to bed early so she can get the extra rest her body requires for healing? Nope. I’m not sure what she thinks she’ll gain by staying up, but somehow in her mind it’s important enough to put off going to bed. It got me thinking about how much my heavenly Father knows what’s good and best for me, and yet I fight against it thinking I might miss something by going my own way. Seems crazy, doesn’t it?
On another bed note, I had to laugh at myself tonight. At 10:30 I said to myself, “Self, it’s time to go to bed.” I even agreed with myself. So I headed to bed–sort of. On the way, I put away some dishes, washed a few others, folded up some blankets and sleeping bags used while Maddy was here, put some clothes away, and had a conversation with my daughter. Then, of course, there was the usual get-ready-for-bed routine of face washing, teeth brushing, and contacts out. Oh, I forgot! I also put away some things that I had gotten at the store today. So I think, at about 11:15 I finally put my nightgown on and crawled in bed, with my laptop in order to blog before I forgot. So funny because this is not abnormal for me. My husband, on the other hand, says, “I’m going to bed” and actually DOES. From the time he utters the words until his head is on the pillow is all of about 3 minutes. I’m not sure if that’s a male/female thing or just a personality thing, but it just makes me laugh–most of the time.
Well, since it is so late, I’m going to try and post my first picture on here, and then actually go to sleep–imagine that!