Stream of Consciousness of a Mom

If someone could have typed my thoughts from about 12:30-1:15 today they would have gone something like this:

"Yummm this salad is good...I am glad I am eating salad...why won't zoe eat her sandwich?...ew...what is that smell...oh no it must be zoe...yep, it's zoe...to the bathroom we go....please don't be really messy...oh no, too late...ugh, I hate times like this...oh well, what can you do?....there's the phone...seriously can't get to it now...they can leave a message...ok zoe hardly ate a thing but it's time for her nap...she's going down...ok, good she's staying quiet...there's the phone again but it's matt (I can tell from the ring)...what?...it was the school calling that I had just missed moments before??...oh no...Gabe has a fever and an upset stomach...gotta go get him..wait, I can't go like this...I just got home from swim lessons and I am not really dressed...ugh...get clothes on fast...what is clean? Nothing is clean...ugh...wear the same clothes from yesterday, it's just to the school and back...oh dear my hair is seriously messed up...who really cares?....ok...got everything...wait, I gotta get zoe...I bet she's almost asleep...on with the jeans and shoes...out the door, into the car...calling the school to let them know I am on my way...it's busy...over and over it's busy....they need to know that I got the message and I'm coming...ok finally got through...get Gabe, he's really sick...fever of 101.7 oh no....ok in the car, back to the house...talk to my dad who called on the way home...he had a good test...glad he is ok....ok now back in the house...Gabe wants pears...PEARS??...ok whatever....poor kid really is sick...he didn't really eat the pears...zoe get back in bed...ok, she is finally down...do I really want to fight Gabe over watching tv on the couch instead of getting in his bed which I know he really needs to do to get rest...no I don't want to fight...Gabe get on the couch...back to my salad...hmmmm....it doesn't really taste very good anymore...oh well....Gabe needs tylenol...we have no kids tylenol...ugh...all we have is extra strength...call the doctor...waiting to hear back from the nurse..."

Thanks be to God who through all parts of our day, good and bad, HE IS THERE!!!