Pink Eye, Politics, Puke & other Plesantries

But first a side note... Many comments on yesterday's "Silence" post, thank you! My last word on that? I agree to disagree about Kingdom people staying out of politics. While I respect and even understand anon's view, I do not completely share it. Many of you may not share my view of this last election, and that is fine. All are privy to their opinions. I express mine here. I try to be open minded, but think the real challenge is being open hearted. Truth in blogging, I have an intense (and perhaps ugly) political side that thrives on elections. I truly love the whole elected balance of power and responsibility concept. It fascinates me. My good friend Keith Gunn has called me "Governor" as if it was my given name for the past 12 years. It's a political thing and part of who I am... but I am much more than my political passions. Thank you Father God, I am much, much more! So we can agree to disagree on this, right?!

As promised, here is the second installment on the "P" themed mommy roller coaster ride. Perhaps I should not persist in posting about political passions and persevere with parenting, pee/poop, and other plesantries? :) Read on.
(I moved Part One up yesterday so it would be easier to read together!)

PINK EYE
Monday morning I felt like I had Halloween hangover. Too much sugar I guess. McKenna, Rhett, and I made our way to meet a group from church at the Mayborn Museum. It was fun but Rhett was extremely sensitive. We returned from the Museum at 2pm and I put both kids down for a much needed nap. Rhett slept hard. Finally at ten till 6pm, I decided he had to get up. When I went to wake him, his eyes were completely matted shut. I had to get a warm rag to remove the goo so he could open his eyes. YUCK! I knew it was Pink Eye. This complicated things as we had planned to go to Crawford to welcome home President Bush. I settled for watching his Dallas "last"rally live on C-Span. I saw a few college and Fort worth friends on TV at the rally! So cool.
After getting Kolby to school Tuesday, Rob went in late and I called for a Dr appointment for Rhett. It took an hour to get in with Dr Kemper. I love having a pediatrician that I totally know and trust. She gave us drops, sympathy and a little advice. She was very proud of Rhett for his mastery of wearing Big Boys! She is so cool!

POLITICS
Of course like so many, from 5 pm on I was glued to the TV for election returns. I had my electoral maps and scenarios ready. I bookmarked the Secretary of State web sites for Florida and Ohio so I could keep up with the real returns. I calculated, estimated, and projected all night. Around 4 am when the outcome was pretty certain, I went to bed. I was a little ticked off that they could not just call the race, but satisfied that even Democrats were saying it was just a matter of time.

Wednesday I was worthless. The TV was on all day again. TV has become a rare thing in our house. Who has the time for it? Having it on so long was weird. I watched Kerry concede and thought he was very gracious. In ways it seemed to me his best speech yet, and I mean that as a compliment. John Edwards said "You don't work 18 hour days doing this unless you love your country." He is right. I know the Kerrys and Edwards love this country and I admire them for that.

I watched Bush and Cheney give their victory speeches. W looked tired and so relieved. I thought his speech was confident but not arrogant. He truly does want to make America safer and stronger. As much as I love Bush, I'll confide that Cheney is not my favorite. He is too stiff and too business like. But I trust George knows what he needs in a VP and he says Cheney is it. So be it.

Wednesday night the election results finally started to sink in. I have prayed and thought about this election for two years, so afraid of what would happen. I can scarcely believe that it is really over. Such relief. I was really tempted to wear my Bush shirt, but that seems a bit insensitive to the democrats, so I'll refrain for a while.

PUKE
Thursday Rhett woke up clear eyed again. "Yippee!" I thought, " It's Mothers Day Out!" I am in charge of the decor for the teacher appreciation luncheon next Thursday and I really needed to get to school and work. I had every minute of my five hours planned out. All was going to plan. Alain dropped McKenna off. Then in the midst of breakfast, Rhett puked. Really puked. Turned white as a sheet, and kept puking. Alain came and got McKenna. I called off the decorating work day. I am embarrassed that my first thought was not "Poor Rhett!" My first thought was "Not again! I needed to do stuff today."

But that all melted away as my little boy bravely ran to make it to the rest room and asked me to hold his hand. He is three and practically potty trained, but really, he is still just a babe! I found my self almost grateful for the reminder of what my purpose in life is right now... These kids. God gave me these precious little kids of his to raise. What a privilege.... pink eye, puke, and all!

and a little PLOG
Father God thank you for my life! Thank you for blessing me with my husband and children. Thank you for the privilege of staying home. Thank you for letting me live in a country where leaders are elected peacefully. Please let the disappointment, despair and division in our country turn us toward a more positive tomorrow. Thank you for this outlet of blogging and the many friends that I have met along the way. Father God you always provide. You are always right. You are always in control. You always love us. Thank you, Thank you!