You win some, you lose some.
Rarely in my life have I felt so dependent on God. I truly had to rely on Him for strength to make it through every day, even every 5 minutes. I really did feel supernaturally uplifted the whole time, and He gave me just the right amount of grace to make it through.
In other heavenly news, our grocery store announced that you can order groceries online now. When you pick them up, you don't even have to get out of the car. I almost kissed the man who loaded our groceries in the trunk. Not having to traipse around a hot grocery store in frigid weather with a toddler while sick is more than I could have ever dreamed. If only there was a way to bring that man home to unload the car, carry the groceries through the parking lot, around the building, and up two flights of stairs. Oh well, I'll take what I can get. I might slip him a love note with my credit card next time.
The other upside about being bed-ridden is the reading. James was home over the weekend, and I think I pounded out three or four books in two days, bringing my January total to nine books. Ridiculous.
In other news, I'm wearing my vertigo glasses and I haven't thrown up yet. This is progress. Adjusting to a new glasses prescription is not a laughing matter. I had to stay home yesterday because it was my first day wearing my new contact prescription. I was terrified vertigo would strike in the middle of the library or something.
Ok, the truth is I saw an article on how bad norovirus is in our city and how nothing but bleach kills it, it's easy to spread, and I got scared. I was scared about the vertigo too, though. With my current streak of luck, I would've gotten norovirus AND vertigo. But is that worse than not having books? I'm not sure.
Also during the week from hades, Gracie outgrew almost all her shoes overnight. Literally. One day she was wearing them, and the next I couldn't even get her foot in all the way. I bought her a new pair at Target the other day, and she is so proud of them. She carries them all over the house and talks about them as soon as she wakes up. Hopefully we'll be able to leave the house before she outgrows these. Probably just to pick up groceries, and she doesn't even need shoes for that anymore.
It's February now, and I can officially say that next month I'll be the mother of a TWO YEAR OLD. Which isn't true because I'm in denial. Ok that's partially true, but I'm also so excited I already have her birthday dress hidden in my closet.
A TWO YEAR OLD. Which is old enough to start doing laundry and making dinner, right? The only thing she can make right now is an orange. She inhales clementines and calls them "wees" for unknown reasons. I taught her how to peel them, and she loses herself in joy and excitement when I let her do it. She asks all day to "pee the wee?" You just can't make this stuff up. We were FaceTiming my dad last week, and she pretended to peel her fake orange and tried to feed it to him through the phone. I about died from the preciousness.