Cough, Cough

It's like the old days. I'm up writing at 3 a.m., you're hopefully settled and getting some sleep. I figure that eventually I'll remember what it feels like to be well-rested.

Isaac picked up a head and chest cold in recent days, either at Sunday School last week (making it a double-whammy of a day, given his brief disappearance that afternoon) or at preschool, which began on Tuesday. Since he's a self-respecting 3-year old boy, he promptly shared his germs with his two brothers despite me tailing him around with a bottle of hand sanitizer, so now all three boys are miserable. Involved is head congestion and a horrible hacking cough.

My primary emotion is frustration, and my primary thought is a simple one: Why is it so hard to keep sick kids at home? I know that preschool can be something of a cesspool so I'm not dwelling on it, but it's hard to not feel some degree of frustration. Anyway, I'm praying that we're able to keep Logan out of the hospital and that his MRI on the 14th won't need to be rescheduled, but given how bad his chest sounds, I'm not especially optimistic on either count. The doctors are always concerned over chest congestion and the potential for pneumonia in him.

But still, it's easier to be positive than negative, so please pray for those things, if you will. Pray for a cloud of healing to settle over our home and for the cold to be gone amazingly quickly.

I feel like I've been burned a lot over the course of the past year, but still I do expect and anticipate and hope for more amazing things. Thank you.