If my decisiveness causes divisiveness, then come what may because I've lived too much of my life in the gray.







Sunday, April 2, 2017

How We Do

Madalynn started throwing up yesterday.  I started throwing up Thursday.  Macklynn started throwing up Monday.  Melody started the 8 days before that and McKala in between, rupturing the vessels in her eyes. Even Michael reported from WCU a raging ear infection. Mike is looking at a lengthy recovery from shoulder surgery but at least finally got his CPAP equipment.

Mom and Dad arrived, despite the warning, Wednesday from Georgia with Megan's belongings in a trailer, two meals, dozens of eggs, gallons of milk, and other provisions. Megan arrived soon after with Macklynn's boat sent by Mike's dad.  None of them are sick yet, and I hope to goodness they won't be.

I went over with everyone to help move Megan into Shannon's new place before I understood that my runny nose was associated with the bug.  In my stupor the next day and as the rain fell, Dad, 65 years old, was out tearing down the old wood fort to replace it with the industrial swing set he built for us 8 years ago. Meanwhile, McKala and Timothy were moving from their apartment to their first rental home, and Megan started her first day at Samaritan's Purse.

The next day got Macklynn out in the sunshine to learn how to square up the swing frame, to hoist it up, and to secure it.  Mike and I chipped in.  Saturday put sun on Macklynn's face again while he and his Daddy tried all afternoon to get the boat motor running that hasn't in almost a decade. That's why I prayed for a boat for him: work, relationships, and the outdoors.


Inside, Melody cleaned their bathroom and room.  Then McKala fixed Melody's hair for 2 hours and Megan did her nails and took pictures, for the prom.  McKala also saved the day, sewing the dress after a last minute malfunction.  Miranda got back just in time from her concealed carry class to see them leave.  Mike was very straightforward with his charge to her date.  Everything went like clockwork, as we watched Perry Mason to rest and pass the time until her return, 15 minutes early, before 11. 

This morning we watched Uncle Dennis' livestream sermon.  Mike got that motor running.  Miranda cleaned her room and organized for the week.  Melody wrote an essay and went to see McKala's place.  Megan came over and sat on the porch with me for a while.  
    
And to think we almost planned the babies' shower for this weekend too!