There are many great mysteries of life. You know-- the ones like: Why do I always run out of raisins before I run out of the bran? Why are there ten hot dogs in a package and only eight buns? (Or is it the other way around? I can never remember...) Why can all five of my children be as silent as the grave for hours and then suddenly all have pressing, "I-need-to-know-right-now" questions for me to answer as soon as I get engrossed in a telephone conversation? These are the things that I'm willing to get to the bottom of. Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. You've been there. I know this. Today I was going to be able to slow down just a bit. Yesterday my dear, sweet husband saw that I was bit stressed (i.e. I had a Cruella DeVil, nuclear meltdown when I realized that I had about 12 more loads of laundry to do after already doing the previous 40 and he was, umm, worried.) I was planning on vacumming my van out one more time today and doing something just for me. Like take a bath. But no. My son Tru sprained his wrist in P.E. yesterday. We wrapped it in an ace bandage and told him we'd take another look in the morning. This morning it still hurts and the swelling has not subsided. Looks like a trip to the x-ray lab is in order. Sigh. Not to be outdone by big brother, Ty told me last night that his ear hurt. Again. (This is the third ear-ache in a six week time span.) OK. I've got plenty of ear-drops on hand. I doctor him up, send him to bed and tell him I'll take another look in the morning. This morning it hurts even worse. No problem. I just happen to be heading to our pediatrician's office anyway. So, why are all of these things happening to me on the heels of our lice epidemic? This is just another one of life's great mysteries... But as I started down the familiar road of self pity this morning, I remembered that I am so blessed to be the mother of five, relatively healthy children. And this is my job. Everyone's job has parts that are no fun. Some people even hate their job entirely. But not me. I have a great job! And the best part is that for all of the tedious, mundane things that I do- I'm doing them for my six most favorite people in the world. He grants the barren woman a home, like a joyful mother of children. Praise the LORD! Psalm 113:9