This morning I have been catching up from the weekend. John did (and does) a great job taking care of the children, making sure they are clean, fed, and played with; but he does not do all the thousands of little things that I do to keep the house clean and neat and taken care of. I do not mean to criticize John at all; he is not home all the time to know to do these things. As John commented last night, everyone is happier when Mommy is home. I decided to let one of my normal Monday chores wait, cleaning the bathrooms. I will get to it some time this week, or maybe I won't clean them until next week. I don't think it will hurt anything at all. I spent this morning straightening things, doing laundry, and most importantly, spending time with Daniel and Sarah Beth.
Do you remember that baby blanket I made for my co-worker? She was due around Christmas Day, so I didn't figure I would see her this weekend. When she walked into the pharmacy Saturday, I was surprised, but I figured she couldn't afford to take off more than six weeks. I asked her how the baby was, and she told me that he had died. I could not believe it. Her placenta had detached, and she lost her baby. I last worked with her the first weekend in December, so she was more than eight months along. I feel so bad for her. I also feel so thankful for my little ones; there is no reason something like that could not have happened to me. I am so grateful to God that I have two precious little ones. My co-worker put that blanket I made in the casket with her baby, so I am especially glad that she had something special for that.
How was your weekend? I hope it was better than mine.