What the sleeping mom heard

Okay, so that title is simply a silly reference to What the Deaf Man Heard...which actually has nothing to do with my post, but I am tired, and I'm going to leave it. lol

Today I dozed off upstairs while feeding George but woke up as the girls got home. I knew Lydia was watching Pokemon on the tablet, so I assumed the girls would be entranced by that until I finished feeding George and forced them to do homework.

They did for a while, but when our neighbor's 2nd grade twin boys knocked on the door to ask if the girls could play, Hannah did something I didn't expect.

She told them they couldn't play, because she and Abigail hadn't started their homework. She closed the door and declared to Abigail and Lydia. "Okay, you guys, it's time to turn off the tablet and do homework."

AND THEY DID! George had fallen asleep, but I was too curious to sleep at this point. So I listened. Hannah set the kitchen timer on the microwave to 5 minutes and had Abigail press start so she could do her timed math. Then Hannah picked out a book, went up to her room, and read for twenty minutes. Then, after all of her homework was complete, she politely reported to me and asked if she could play! I was so impressed with her initiative that I didn't even make her do chores.

Abigail was pretty close to being done with her homework as well, so they got to play outside with their friends for a good 2 hours.

I just had to document this. It's the first time I've ever noticed Hannah being so responsible. I hope it continues, because it was awesome!!

For my good

Today began normal. I felt a little dizzy but nothing to give me pause.  I fell asleep during George's nap after making sure Lydia couldn’t get into dangerous things and had a snack.

George woke up for a feeding, but it took several minutes for me to wake all the way up to feed him. It was 10:30 before I made my way downstairs for breakfast. I felt dizzy and a little nauseous but chalked it up to not having eaten. So I cooked my standard sausage biscuits and eggs but the ill feeling did not fade. It got so bad that Justin had to come home, and I was in awful shape. I managed to eat a piece of toast for lunch, but it didn't help.

I tried taking a shower to break my fever, but I almost passed out in the shower. I started praying for help, and had a fleeting thought that this shouldn't be happening because of my blessing that nothing bad would happen while I served my calling. I had the distinct impression that it wasn't bad, and that meant it was for my good.

There was a point when I felt so weak that I'd slumped to the ground and I thought I would black out. I kept hearing a voice saying, "You need to get out now.", but I was so weak that just fell lower on the floor of the tub. I prayed that Justin would come up and help me, but I knew he couldn't hear, and I was too weak to shout or try pounding on the wall.

I started to feel faint when I felt a voice firmly say, "Get up now.". I felt a slight boost of strength and somehow pried myself off the floor.

I got out and was shuddering and shivering so badly that Justin heard me in yhe baby monitor and helped me to the bed. I laid there for several minutes just wrapped in a towel, breathing.

After I managed to get dressed (with Justin's help) I slept for hours, waking up only to feed George and force myself to drink water.

I am still really cold in spurts and nauseous, but it is better. I ate a third of a muffin for dinner and drank more water, and hopefully I feel better tomorrow.

I don't know why I had to go through this on my last day of my twenties, but I felt peace knowing that it was for my good, however that may be.