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Just a Bit Before Bed

Mike e-mailed me yesterday and told me he was okay but that he was sick and being admitted at the clinic. I can't remember the last time Mike was really sick and I know what it takes for him to miss work(I don't think he ever has), so I was pretty worried all night last night. He called this morning and sounded horrible but he was back in his room, fever down. no longer dehydrated. Two of our good friends were able to give him a blessing yesterday. What a comfort that is to me, to know that these men have each other and that they have the priesthood there with them. I am so thankful for good men that honor their priesthood, what a blessing. Mike called again tonight and he sounded much better, he is going out again tomorrow of course. Nothing like a little fever and 115 degree weather to make you feel like crap.

Today was a busy day. A good day as well. I was able to get up earlier than I have been lately thanks to my two youngest sleeping pretty well last night. Ellyn slept all through the night and Sawyer only woke up to nurse a few times and then would drop back into a deep sleep. So...I got a little cleaning done, laundry started etc... Much better than the past few nights of all night marathons.

We had decent weather this morning so I went for a run with the two little ones in the double jogger and Jane on her bike. It hurt but it felt good. This afternoon Jane, Sawyer, and I drove into Amberg to pick up a basket that Mike needs for a gift, take a couple of things back to H&M, and get some more of Ellie's gluten free bread and cereal and soy yogurt. For most of the errands Jane stayed in the car and read her Social Studies while Sawyer slept and I sprinted into the different places I needed to go. Some of my parking spots were questionable but they have this nifty three minute rule here that I was trying not to stretch too far.

Jane had a soccer game this evening. At 3:00 it was pouring rain but by 5:30 the sun was shining again. They played a team that is really tough. A few Germans play on the team, they practice year round, and they aren't too scrupulous. Some of our parents were getting kind of upset. It didn't bother me, I thought it was interesting to watch. Jane got rammed a few times and got her foot stepped on pretty hard but it didn't seem to really bother her either. She rode her bike to and from the game which was good. It took me forever to get everyone out the door. You should see Ellyn with spaghetti. Plus she was in one of her hyper, somewhat destructive moods, and had a messy diaper. I thought I was never going to get out of the house. But we did and it was a beautiful spring evening.

Well I had better get to bed. It's late and I have no guarantees of a good night sleep. I'm hoping the house cleaning fairies come tonight. Mom and Meags come on Tuesday and I'm thinking that good fairies are the only way they are going to see my house clean. A middle of the night, magical happening. I think I need a fairy godmother, or at least her wand!
Blog out, Brooke

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