The last 36 hours have been, you know. The kind of time where you shake your head and wonder if it's time to head back to bed already.
Yesterday, Aaron's fuel pump went out in his car.
This morning, Blake greeted me with a complete and utter blow out that was on his pillows, blankets and close to every square inch of him when we were already running behind on the morning.
Aaron just walked in the door. Why is that bad? He was supposed to be reffing a tournament volleyball game tonight and had to pull over a couple of times to throw up. He called the state and said he couldn't make it. Aaron is currently asleep upstairs.
Finally, and most importantly, I got a call from my dad that my Grandma Hunecke isn't doing well. Despite being on oxygen, she is struggling for every breath. If you could could send some prayers our family's way, that would be much appreciated.
Perspective. Sometimes I need it more than others. A fuel pump can be fixed. You can get over being sick. The precious gift of a life well lived? That will most definitely be harder.