Promptings

I woke up at 4:10 this morning with the thought that I should go check on Peter. I really wanted to ignore it because I had had a hard time getting to sleep the night before and was really tired, but I got up. I decided to get a drink of water first. While I was in the kitchen Peter called to me and this exchange took place:

Peter: Mommy?
Me: Yes, Peter?
Peter: Mommy, I'm not going to throw up again.

Oh dear.

I went in to check, and sure enough, he clearly didn't feel well. I will not include details because, well, that would be gross. But the situation required attention. Bryan had heard us talking and came in. I cleaned up Peter while he cleaned up the bed/floor. Shortly thereafter Cooper decided to join us. So our whole family was up before 5 AM.

A few minutes after Cooper woke up I needed to go back into my room for something, I don't remember what. While there I had the thought that I should change my shirt. Now, I'm not sure why one pajama shirt is better than another, but I followed the impression. As I was changing I turned toward the corner where Cooper's bed is and saw, from a across a dark room, a spider. The fact that I could see it from where I was with almost no light should tell you how big that thing was. Bryan came in to see why I had just called out and saw it too. Bryan served his mission in Brazil where they have spiders the size of dinner plates, so I didn't think he would agree with me that it was wicked big. But he did. Apparently the really big spiders are only outdoors in Brazil. Or maybe it was that this spider, while only (only!?) the size of a 50 cent piece, was right by his baby's bed. He vacuumed it up with the shop vac, then plugged the vacuum hose so that it couldn't crawl back out. Just in case.

How does one type the sound that accompanies grossed-out chills and shivers? Just curious.

Anyway, after the spider was taken care of Bryan decided to go into work to get his laptop so that he could work from home in case I needed the extra help. (I did.) So the boys and I hung out in Peter's room for the next hour as he continued to be, um, sick. The only time Peter is still is when he's ill. He was still for most of the day. We got through four chapters in The Long Winter (most days we're lucky to read two chapters). He usually plays with blocks or colors while I read, but today he just laid there.

By the evening he was feeling better and wanted run around and play. However, we weren't quite as confident in his recovery and insisted that he should play quietly without any running, jumping, or dancing.

It's been a long day, but I'm thankful for those promptings that I got this morning. The Holy Ghost is a major part of my ability to be a good mom.