Gonna-Need-the-Coffee Day... with yesterday's-outfit pictures!

It all started when I woke up.

I hear the voices of my

teenage-sister,

Jessica, and my

toddler-sister,

Rebekah;

I know,

through the blissful fog of

in-between-dreamland-and-reality

that my time of rest is

over.

"Rae?

Mom needs you to watch

Bekah."

I roll over,

sniffing and coughing

(I've been sick the last week),

then groaning softly,

and ask,

knowing the answer but

hoping for a miracle,

"Could you girls watch her for a bit?"

"We have school to do."

I nod.

I know that.

But I've always been one of those

desperate-hopefuls.

"Alright, I'll be downstairs in a sec."

My sisters leave.

I drag myself out of bed.

I don't feel 100% and I've

never been a

morning person.

I pull on the sweatpants, shirt, and warm cardigan.

I go into the bathroom where

two more siblings are taking a

bath.

I pull my messy hair into an

even-messier bun.

I groan at my reflection and go

downstairs.

I keep an eye on

Bekah while I

talk to Mom,

talk to Josh,

try to mantain consciousness.

I hear a yell.

Little Samantha comes downstairs,

finger bleeding,

soaking wet,

wrapped in a towel.

Daniel,

somehow,

broke a glass in the tub.

Mom is preoccupied,

so I go survey the damage.

Both kids are safely out of the

water,

wrapped up warmly,

and the glass is gathered.

Five minutes later I stand,

Oreck handheld vacuum in hand,

waiting for the water to drain.

I glance around the bathroom.

I flush the toilet...

little kids forget that quite often.

I shake my head at my

disheveled

reflection again.

The water is gone.

I sweep out the bottom of the

tub,

thankful for Dad's suggestion to

do so as I hear the

"Clunk" of

glass as its

sucked

away.

I go back downstairs.

I sigh in

relief as I see the

miraculous light on the

coffee pot.

"I'm gonna need the coffee today,"

I sigh.

I'm sipping it even as I

write this.

It's a little cold now. 

And this post hasn't happened without

interruption.

I stopped to talk to Mom

again and

offered fashion advice to

Jessica...

then listened to Natalie

rave about

eye-makeup and

blouses

(isn't it wonderful when you live with your

best friends???).

I'm awake now.

Coffee drank.

Actually happy to be alive.

I smile now.

Glad that I have a sister who wants my

opinion of her outfit.

Remembering the sweet talk I had with my

fiance last night over Skype.

Thankful that God is good...

even on mornings like this.

And I'm extremely grateful for coffee!

I've gotta go...

Bekah is running around with no

diaper on now.

Have a blessed day!

:-)