It never fails...declare yourself determined to "re-find" happiness and your whole family will come down with a nasty cold. Incidentally, this is one of the things about becoming a parent that nobody told me about. I was warned that Gracie, especially being in daycare, would pick up every germ known to man. Nobody really warned me that I would also pick up every sniffle, rash, and other, less pleasant visitors that have come our way (Hello, Stomach Flu and RSV, I'm talking to you).
Anyway, being home and teetering mightily on the brink of misery (again), I happened on the movie Julie & Julia...luckily, it was some sort of marathon so somehow between all of Gracie's naps over the weekend I think I caught the whole thing. At one point, Julia Child, who had been working on her book for over eight years, receives a Big Fat No from her publisher and responds with, "Oh well. Boo hoo. Now what?" And on she went.
There are a few things that I really hope to figure out this year...
1) I pray for Parke and me to find our way back to real faith and trust. I know it is something we work at every day...I want that for us, but I think I want it most for Gracie. She (and anybody else who comes along) needs to grow up in a house filled with faith and trust.
2) I pray that I figure out a way to spend more time with Gracie. When one of your children lives in heaven, three hours a day during the week ain't cutting it.
3) I pray that Rip's book gets published.
4) I pray that our ding-dang house rents or sells. Dangit.
Those are my goals for this year. Other than that, as long as everybody is happy and healthy, things are going to go wrong..."Oh Well. Boo hoo. Now what?" And on we will go.