So we have all been sick off an on for a few weeks now and seem to be passing around the colds and recycling them in our house. It is a miserable version of the cold that settles in your chest and gets you all congested in their so that you cough and sound like you are trying to cough up a wet rag. Anyway, that has led to less sleep than normal (it is possible) and long nights. Last night was actually a "good" night in my opinion because I was only up 6 times, and only one of those lasted more than 15 minutes.
The most interesting part of the night though was when Natalie woke up screaming. I went in her room and she was crying and saying something about holding hands with Grover from Sesame Street. Apparently she had a bad dream that involved Grover, her, and her having to let go of his hand. It breaks your heart to have your child wake up from a nightmare, but at the same time, it is hard not to laugh out loud when she tells you what the scary dream was. I held it together though and managed to pray with her and rub her head until she was almost asleep again.
Oh, the joys of everyday life!
