The day started as my usual day; 5:00 a.m. being pushed out of bed by a 3 year old boy who somehow knows how to spread himself over the entire king size bed. Loving sleep more than my bed, I stumble to my son's bed. As I am enjoying my slumber, hubby yells, "Jaxon threw up!"
Suddenly, I remember that I really do love my bed. "On my bed?!"
"No, he made it to the toilet."
With relief, I started dozing again. Wait, my son just threw up. I tumbled out of bed and made my way back to my bedroom. During the next two hours, there were 5 more incidences of regurgitation. Three were successful. Two left a Hansel and Gretel trail behind him.
"Are we going to do 'rock, paper, scissors'?" I asked my husband.
"Did you want to teach Priesthood today?"
Weighing my options of cleaning up throw up and facing a class of ambivalent men, I settled for throw up. Turns out, my choice was the best. The minute the family left for church, I turned on BYU TV and listened to my friend, Scott Anderson, give a fabulous talk while holding an exhausted child. He fell asleep (the child, not Brother Anderson), I enjoyed my spiritual meeting, and I returned to where I'd wanted to be at 5:30 this morning. We had a two hour nap with nobody to disturb us.
Sometimes those not so pleasant moments turn into blessings. I remember when Amy was a baby....a terrible baby... and when she finally fell asleep at 2 a.m. I would look at her tiny face and feel overwhelming love for her...a gift from God at a moment I needed it.
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