Nothing much to report today. Since the "issues" that were issuing are no longer issuing, I am officially off bed rest as of 10:00 this morning. Already I have washed two days' worth of dishes, folded three baskets of clothes, hung up one load of laundry, started another load, picked up all the toys (which somehow end up in every far corner and under every piece of furniture in the house), gave Chloe a bath, put her down for a nap, and convinced my husband to make the long trek across the street to deliver our trash to the dumpster.
Now, though I am nowhere near catching up housework from a week of the flu and a week of pregnancy issues, I am taking a moment to sit on my couch and listen to the quiet rhythms of our home. Hubby is going to Seoul for some ministry stuff today, and as I type this, I hear his footsteps fading into the corridor and down the stairs that lead outside. The washing machine in humming away as if to say "Don't you worry your sweet little self about this here laundry. You just sit there and enjoy a second cup of coffee while I wash these here socks for you, bless your heart." (I realize she's a Korean machine, but in my mind, she will always have a southern accent.) Chloe's sound machine gently pitter-patters the sound of gentle rain on a tin roof. It's just soft enough so that I can still hear her deep breaths as she enjoys her afternoon nap.
The weather is gloomy here. Chilly, overcast, and threatening rain. But I don't mind. Wasn't planning to go anywhere today anyways.
I just wanted to remind myself that, regardless of what difficulties come up (in this case the flu and pre-labor), it doesn't last forever. Soon after those trials fade, life does and will return to the normal, peaceful existence our little family loves.
The last couple weeks have been a bit trying, but today, despite the gloomy skies, I can see the sun coming out again.