You might wonder why my sweet little girl is sitting at the laundromat.
Well...I was there yesterday afternoon,
for about 2 1/2 hours doing a whole weeks worth of laundry.
Which, I have to say, was actually a pleasant experience.
It felt so good to come home with all the laundry done,
in one afternoon.
All caught up, right?
I had been busy non stop washing sheets, bedding, blankets, towels, coats and hats
since Sunday morning
I'm still at it.
And will be still at it for the next 2 weeks.
Have you guessed it yet?
My oldest daughter (who will remain nameless--haha)
likes to get together with her friends a lot.
And they do, you know, girl stuff...
like one thing they do is
each other's hair.
Sharing each other's brushes.
Sunday morning, I cried (and Sunday afternoon and Sunday night)
I prayed like this:
(not knowing how we got this again)
"Why? Why would You do this to us again?
Why would you allow this to happen to us again?"
And like this:
"Please show us where we got this, so we can prevent it!!"
It was driving me crazy not knowing the "where?" and the "how?"
Believe me, after the baseball helmet thing back in June, we have been careful.
And it's always in the back of my head.
(the thought of lice, not the lice)
What are the chances?
I do know there is one of my blogger friends who said they had it twice in 6 months....
I remember reading that and thinking, "wow, I hope that doesn't happen to us!"
It happened twice in 5 months!!!
Then, yesterday morning my daughter's friend's mother called and told us to be on the lookout for Lice,
because they found it last week.
I told her we've already looked out and found it and thanked her over and over for calling!!
We knew the source!!
Thank you God!!!
Thank you for letting me know the "where?" and the "how?"
But, I also caught myself praying like this:
"OK, I'll accept this if You heal my baby of the cleft lip and palate, in fact, I'll gladly accept it!"
I pictured God and the devil and the
evil one saying
"Let's see if she's still smiling after this again!"
(hear the devil laughing?)
confident, because He knows I'll accept this cross,
big and fat and tired and sore,
up half the night with coughing girls and
with a husband who makes the beds,
comes home early so I can rest (or go to the laundromat)
and brings home pizza for supper
(so I can do laundry and not cook supper)
He knows I love and accept Him and this baby and
will try to accept my cross happily.
That's the hard part
I might have blamed this oldest daughter for
"always having to play with someone"
I might have said
"it's all your fault"
I might have done that yesterday.
I have apologized and am now
working on that
Very much so.
a side note:
we are very clean people, lice like clean hair, really, they do!!
Also: I do happily accept this baby no matter what!