Our church has an awesome preschool through elementary school. I checked into it to know what my options were and discovered that they have a part time program on Tuesday and Thursday mornings. But the more we looked at that option, the less we liked it. I home school preschool, and we have invested a lot of time, prayer, and money into building our preschool curriculum. Consequently, I didn’t want them in a preschool environment two days a week on top of what we were doing at home. That would seem counter-productive.
Poor Jeb was in such pain that they gave him an IV and a shot of Morphine. That eased the pain enough to allow him to play cars with Scott. There’s hardly anything worse than holding down your 2-year-old while two strangers put an IV in him. I know. I’ve had to do it to all three of my kids right around that age.
So, I went to bed Tuesday night praying that things would work out. I didn’t hear from Gregg Wednesday morning, and briefly wondered if he was working or on a plane. Wednesday afternoon, he instant messaged me from the Dubai airport! AND, he would be home on Thursday! TWO full days earlier than originally scheduled.
I’ve talked before about how Scott was born premature. I’ve shared little bits and pieces of how I’d spent 10 days in the hospital prior to his emergency c-section, and how my blood pressure finally got too high on a day when the ultrasound results showed Scott in serious distress, and the doctor – who had been waiting for either one of us to start failing before he would take action – realized that both of his patients were critical and he needed to move NOW.
George Washington wrote a letter to the governors of the 13 states on the occasion of his retirement from the command of the Continental Army and his removal from public life. In the letter, Washington said that he wanted the governors to convey his words to their legislatures and that he hoped it would be regarded as coming from someone who always wished to be useful to his country, and who, in the shade of retirement, would not fail to “implore divine benediction upon it.”
The calendar I have hanging on my refrigerator is an academic year calendar, which means that it runs from July through June. The only reason for this is because we closed on and moved into our house on July 2nd. By June, I’m antsy to start putting together a new one.