Bad news: I was supposed to be leaving the house at 8:30 this morning for a workout class at 9:00. Whoops.
Good news: Connor, who had a fever yesterday, slept through the night without waking once.
Bad news: The sound that woke the baby and me up this morning was Connor moaning, "Ow! OW!"
Good news: He wasn't injured.
Bad news: But "his tummy hurt."
Good news: I managed to direct him to a waste basket before he threw up on the carpet.
Bad news: Even as Connor was wiping his mouth, the phone rang. The work crews that were coming today at 10:30 to fix a few items in the townhouse were sitting in our driveway. "Do you mind if we're early?"
Good news: They agreed to give me 30 minutes to take a shower and dispose of the "waste" before they came in.
Bad news: Connor threw up again while they were here.
Good news: He hit the waste basket again. Score!
Even better news: The baby is napping. The workmen were compassionate and expedient. I just poured myself some coffee. Connor has kept down the apple juice he so desperately wanted. (For now, anyway.)
Best news: His mercies are new every morning.
"God's loyal love couldn't have run out,
his merciful love couldn't have dried up.
They're created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!"
- Lamentations 3:22-24
