Peanut and Poppy

Distraction

My grandma is very sick. She’s in the hospital, grandpa by her side. Mom by her side.

I’m scared. I’m sad. And my heart aches for my sweet grandparents.

I can’t cry anymore.

And so, as I wait for updates or a call to get on a plane, I have kept my mind busy.

I have washed and folded five loads of laundry.

Folded all piles of week-old laundry that have been consuming floor space.

Attempted to teach Aubri that tummy time is fun.

Fed my child a well-balanced meal for the first time in who knows how long.

Tried to keep Taylor from scaring her sister too badly.

Painted my fingernails.

Asked Taylor to stop standing on the counter numerous times despite her sweet attempt to “paint the kitchen” with a Play-Doh roller.

Photographed the nursery like I have been meaning to do for six months.

Vacuumed a house that didn’t need to be vacuumed.

Shop-vac’d all outdoor living areas.

Photographed kisses.

Purged Aubri’s closet of all too-small clothing.

Worked a bit.

Tended to more hair-pulling drama.

Fed my baby three times and changed six diapers.

Read Facebook 900 times.

Stared into these baby blues.

Written this blog post.

And in between all attempts at distraction, I still:

Looked for flights to Michigan.

Cried for my grandma.

Cried for my grandpa.

Cried for my mom.

Prayed to God that He would provide peace and comfort to my family.

Realized that I should be putting down the laundry and picking up the Bible.

But I’m human. And I didn’t stop long enough to think about that.

Until now.

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