The nasty surprise of our week was that something, somewhere, died in our house -- and we can't find it. The smell seems worst in the bottom of the office closet and I was a little nervous about what I might find as I emptied it -- but I only found more stinkiness, and not anything super creepy. So Derek, who hasn't been feeling well this week, came home and did probably the last thing he wanted to: he went looking in the walls, and climbing in the attic.
|Lots of holes, more stink, but nothing creepy.|
So what have we done about it? Opened the windows in the two smelly rooms, closed the vents and the doors, and mostly stayed out. We have looked in downstairs closets, and floor joists, and sniffed around everywhere we could get to. We have worried about it some, and maybe even lost a little sleep over it. Today we will plug up the holes we can find, and start setting traps. If your cat is hungry, he can hunt over here, but I'm allergic to cats so he has to go home after that.
So what, you ask, is the good hiding among all of that? Well, I watched Derek come home, still not feeling well yesterday, and have us all pretty much try to talk to him at once, while he patiently paid attention. This morning I thought of that, his wall digging, and attic climbing, and all of the other ways that he takes care of us whether he feels well or not. He doesn't love his work, but he goes most weekdays during the year so that we have the things we need and a lot that we just want. I can't count the number of times I've been tired and weepy and he's helped me even though he got probably half as much sleep as I did. Derek has been the good among the bad this week.
There are other examples too of good among the bad. Dan being sick so much helped me get to know his very caring teacher, and has made me more appreciative of his compassionate piano teacher, who is my friend. Countless people have asked about him, prayed for him, and tried to help me deal with the challenges that come with allergies and concussions.
Then there are my children. All of my sons and daughters try to take care of their mother when they can. Jake has been particularly good at jumping in to do jobs that he notices need to be done, and has not complained when I ask him to help -- again. My kids help me a lot by loving each other and trying to help each other through rough patches. That is a happy thing for a Mom.
So, there are holes in the wall, and a stink in the house, and Dan is hard to feed, and we don't always feel as good as we'd like, and headaches are a plague, but there are good people all around who love, and help, and smile, and laugh, and pray, and maybe even cry a little for us too. There are people who recognize that we are trying, and don't judge us harshly if we fail. There are so many things to be thankful for too, but today, I am especially thankful for the people.