aren’t always God’s plans.

I had a renewed sense of purpose for today. I was going to get up early, read my Bible, have quiet time, pray and after taking Doodle to school, I was going to just write. Well, I got up early. That’s about it.

Doodle got up early and went to the bathroom for a drink of water. I got up to check on her and she told me her stomach hurt (which is not unusual when she has gas). I got her a glass of water and some infant gas drops (yes, she’s 8 but I think these are more a mind comfort for her). I went to the other end of the house to — read my Bible? No. Alas, I sat down to check email figuring quiet time would come after I dropped her off at school.

“MOOOOM!” I heard her scream as she normally does from the other end of the house.

I casually walked back there, threw open her door and yelled “What?” She was throwing up in her bed. I ran to grab a trash can although most of the throwing up was already done. I felt so bad for thinking she was just ‘beckoning’ me to come do her bidding again.

I got her cleaned up, stripped the sheets and blankets off the bed, and set her up in the den with me to watch tv. Now she’s playing a video game and chatting up a storm. She even ate a little breakfast and seems to be feeling fine. No fever by the way.

I mentioned maybe she should go to school, but she said “um Mom? I’m worried I may give my germs to my friends and they’ll throw up too.” I’m usually all for giving her a day off, especially when there’s been a lot of testing and hard work at school. But she just went back to school last week from a 3.5-week break.

Ah well, God must have plan — maybe for me to work on my patience, or for me to spend some quality time listening to Doodle ramble about her games, movies and tv shows. I guess writing will have to wait until tomorrow