At the same time all of this is going on, Big Daddy was under the most stress of his professional career in a new position with unrealistic demands placed on him. SK had surgery on her ear and in typical fashion, it didn't quite go as planned. Baby K was under weight and we were back and forth to the specialist in Greenville. More bills came in the mail each day and it felt like we were drowning. The dates with each other were less and less and any time we had together was usually when we were sleeping.Each day, it was like more and more crap was piling up on us and it was harder and harder to survive. I would go to church and hear very pointed sermons where I felt like God was speaking to me, (our new minister preached an awesome sermon on how suffering leads to endurance which leads to character which leads to hope) but I would go home and somehow no matter what I heard I just couldn't believe those words. We were beat down.
But last week, I had sort of an aha moment. I was giving K a bath before bedtime. I was getting ready to scrub the nasty cradle cap off her head and she looked at me with a very serious face. I looked at her and said, "what is wrong...why are you so serious?" and before I knew it, she looked up at me, and I realized that there was poop floating to the top of the bath water-and a lot of it. and then she GIGGLED-the loudest giggle she has ever done. And in that moment, I laughed and suddenly I realized, no matter how much S@*# life gives us, sometimes the best thing you can do is giggle. I need to stop stressing so much and laugh a lot more. Some expert somewhere said that laughter is the best medicine and they must be on to something. And so with that, a new day has dawned in our house. (and yes, she got another bath after the first bath!)