Please DON'T come to see my house today

For the past two weeks my phone has been permanently attached to  me. I'm constantly checking it to see if my realtor emailed me, or if I missed a call from her. I've been praying daily that someone will want to come and see our house.

I've even said to Ryan, "Do you think anyone will ever want to see our house!?"

And he so kindly replies, "Beth. It has been two weeks."

Right again, dangit.

But today was different. I was praying that no one would want to come see our house.

At just about this time yesterday, when Dean got up from his nap, I heard a fun barking sound - that wasn't our dog. "Are you kidding me. That's freaking croup," I said to no one in particular. Crap.

So this morning as I'm getting ready and giving Dean a bath, I'm praying that no one will want to come see our house. I had to take Dean to the doctor and of course that would be the time I would get a phone call saying that someone would like to be there in an hour. Well, I have a sick kid, a napping dog (I assume, but that's 80% of his daily activities), and a house that isn't presentable.

Not today.

So far so good.

It's amazing what we pray or wish for on a daily basis, and how quickly that can change. I have honestly been obsessed with checking my phone for any indication that someone called me. It has been, admittedly, ridiculous.

But today I couldn't imagine having a sick baby at the doctor, with a possible trip downtown to Children's for breathing treatments, and someone saying, "Why yes. Today, this rainy, lovely day, we would like to see your house. See you in 30!" I may have cried.

Well, God is great - as always - and He's constantly looking out for us.

Dean luckily reacted well to the steroid injection that he received at the doctors office, which prevented any immediate trips to Children's. You wouldn't even know that he's sick just by looking at him. He just climbed on the couch and shut all of the blinds, and handed me my usual musical instrument - the egg shaker. And just got mad that I wouldn't let him touch the computer. Typical.

So thank God - literally, thank God, that today has just been a sick day in the Morrow household and nothing more.

Here's to getting better and a - fingers crossed - sleep filled night for all.

Oh, and for me going to get my hair cut. No but seriously. Ryan, I have to leave in 50 minutes.

xoxo,
Beth