Today was a peaceful day. I woke the baby up to nurse her when I got home from work and she was very happy for the meal. Babies grow up so fast and I'm thankful for the privilege of having nursed 5 of them. The idea of weaning her makes me feel gloomy and so I try not to think about it much.
I awoke to the smell of an unusual lunch. My husband and daughter had rolled out bread dough and filled it with cheese, venison and sprouts. It was long like a mutant snake curled up baking on a cookie sheet. I was amazed that they spent so much time working on it. They seemed rather pleased with their culinary concoction.
After lunch I requisitioned the trampoline from Super Catman to try and nap. He and his brother were not at all happy about this. The sun was shining and I couldn't imagine going back into my gloomy bedroom when it was such a beautiful day.
Since I never did sleep, I decided to try and run to the lake. It was almost too good to be true. Moonbeam nursed and was asleep in record time. Super Catman was only too happy to reclaim the stolen trampoline and didn't feel like swimming. Art dog was preparing to go off fishing with his big brother. Faster than you can say "pumpkin and pumpernickel popovers" I flew out the door and was swimming strokes up and down the lake. It was the perfect weather and only one fisherman in a far corner was to be seen. It was very refreshing to get to do that in between 12 hour night shifts.
My husband drove me to work so I could get a little extra nursing time and another nap. What a truly great man he is. Its so nice not to worry about that hour long drive when I don't sleep that good in between shifts.
Lately, God has really been dealing with me about believing Him for provision. I've been feeling like He's been daring me to trust Him more. Rather than lean on my own ideas about what we can do, I need to remember that His provision is limitless. There is no poverty mentality in Him. There is always more than enough to supply for and to overcome every situation.
The only squabbling I am aware of was regarding the mutant ground squirrels who have been casing our home out. I have been trying to convince the children that they are a lot like the ones in the sci fi movie "cats" except they are not mutant cats, but mutant ground squirrels. I told them not to turn their backs on those conniving critters but I'm not sure that they believe me. Every time my mothers day petunia plants try to bloom they (or the deer) eat the heads off. Yes, its just like a sci fi. Even now, deep in earthen burrows, I am sure that they are conspiring against me. I have not shared these concerns with my coworkers here. They wouldn't understand. Its best that the hospital supervisor does not share conspiracy theories about ground squirrels for fear they (the hospital workers) may lose what confidence in her they may have had. I alone must bear this mental burden.