Worry Worry Worry

I hate it.
I tend to do it (or so my mother has told me for years).
It can consume me more than most sometimes.
I don't think it's biblical (the Bible says DON'T worry! Not, "don't worry...well, unless you're child is sick, then you can worry...")
So my line of defense when I start to do it is to pray (this works for me everytime).

And I feel like this past week I've been praying a lot! :)

So here's what I'm fighting worry on; I tell you so that it's written down, away from me, because I know I can joyfully look back down the line and see there was never a reason to worry.

*Baby Jack. They still don't know what is wrong with him, but finally got the lung issue resolved and he is breathing completely on his own as of this morning! (See - why am I worried?? God is in this!).

*The House. The inspection is first thing tomorrow morning and they are also bringing us a sale purchase contract. So why am I worried? Because we agreed on a price that is ridiculously low for our house, and therefore are selling it in "as-is" condition. Buyers are currently okay with this but I'm worried something's going to turn up in the inspection that neither of us have the money to fix.

*Bruce Wayne. He hasn't eaten normal for the past week and a half now. Some days he completely goes without eating his food. His energy is boundless and there are no other symptoms, so I haven't paid much attention to it. Until last night when I googled it (google and worry are a freaking time bomb, btw!) and now I'm praying he's okay. We're going to the Vet in 2 hours, so that should be a quick answer.

*Last night was full of worry and panic. Though it's over, I didn't get any sleep and I'm feeling it's effects still. Lincoln has a cough and we've been giving him medicine right before bedtime for it. He came in our room last night close to midnight (very abnormal) and when Jason went to put him back to bed I told him to give him his medicine because I had forgotten to.

He did and sent him back to bed.

Then the crazy tornado child appeared. For the next 2 hours he was up and all over the place, crying, screaming, acting like he was terrified, completely restless, fidgeting like he was hurting...I've never seen him like this and it scared me!

Then after 2 hours, he crashed in a matter of seconds - this as equally as scary.

It hit me. I went and woke Jason up and asked him how much cough syrup he had given him (b/c i wondered if he had heard me wrong telling him the dosage).

He had heard me wrong. He had give him (total accident) 5x the amount of sedative cough syrup he was suppose to! I freaked and called poison control and after being on the phone with them for 45 minutes, they thought he would be fine but wanted me to make sure I could wake him for the next few hours. What they told me also made sense why he was acting so erratic and crazy for the past 2 hours...side effect I guess.

So it all turned out to be completely fine, but it scared me last night!!

SOOOO...here's to me writing down my worries, kicking them in the butt, and knowing God is control of all things. Isn't it nice to know that??


******Note****** - Since I wrote this post I have taken Bruce to the vet and they seem to think he's just a food snob. :) And when I was juggling to kids to get Bruce there, I noticed Lincoln had dried-up blood in his ear canal??? What is that!? Oh today.