Wow. It's been quite a day. I feel excited and blessed and happy.....but at the same time discouraged and frustrated and almost teary. Sometimes it's wonderful-tough being a woman, eh?
I got home this morning from getting some groceries and finished getting biscuits and gravy on the table for breakfast. While the family began eating, I noticed out the window that Max was acting rather strangely. I hurried outside and found Mya had already began delivering her puppies! Thus began the mixed-up day.
I had tentative plans to take Alex Fry's senior pictures today, but found myself instead playing a balancing act between sitting with Mya, managing the house, and making sure the ignored kids were relatively safe.
Part of the day, everything was happening at once....David ran to the store to get last minute puppy supplies. I was fixing nutritional supplements mixed with icecream for Mya (calcium and sugar for labor), fixing a bottle for Corin, monitoring the heat in the shed, warming towels, helping Mya to calm down (she's nervous in the first stages of labor), trying to keep things quiet and calm in the shed while leaving periodically to pretend like my kids had a mom. The kids are comfortable with the puppies and the process, and I like that. I loved Karissa hanging out in the straw, tending Mya and the puppies like a little mama in her pink frilly skirt and pink wellies.
If you're sitting in your very tidy home with your crockpot simmering and your starched clothes hanging, that's okay too. It's all good. I like how our life is periodically wild. And next week we should return to some normalness.
Tomorrow is a bright and exciting Sabbath day. I can't wait. I even have some pre-packaged-frozen cinnamon rolls to pop in the oven for a special breakfast treat tomorrow.
Blessings on your Palm Sunday!