Comic Relief

Y'all. Those darned carrier monkeys struck again. My children come home each day crawling with germs that they pick up at school. And they usually get a touch of something and move on. But the older, slower grown-ups in their little lives always get sicker and for longer (especially May). So the littlest Key aka carrier monkey brought home a cold. He is pretty much over it. I AM NOT. I am so miserable and full of snot. I have wonderful drugs that make me feel better only I cannot take them when I am expected to function. So I can either take these wonderful concoctions OR drive Spencer to school. Well, even though HE did do this to me, I still took him to school.

Anyway, I feel yucky. My throat is raw. My ears click every time I swallow. My back hurts from coughing. And I just made it through a long day of all sorts of running around. I even made it thorough the night at Awana with the most precious little children. And even though I love them dearly, I am wiped out.

So Spencer and Jessa and I were driving home from church and our usual Subway dinner. It is cold and dark and windy and rainy. And I am just trying to get us home. I am coughing and sneezing. I look up and I see an SP (it is like an Air Force Police Officer). He is sitting at the end of a street in our neighborhood. Out of habit, I let off the gas and check my speed. I was going right at 15, which is the speed limit in our housing area. So I went on.

Right as we pass the street where he was sitting, Spencer noticed him and proceeded to panic.

Spencer: MOM! LOOK! There is a policeman RIGHT THERE!
Me: Yes, son. I know. I saw him.
Spencer: BUT MOM! What is he doing here?
Me: I don't know. I bet he is out on patrol.
(FYI: The SPs drive through our neighborhood many times throughout the day and night to keep an eye on things.)
Spencer: Patrol? What's that?
Me: It is just part of their job to drive around and protect us.
Spencer: Protect us? From what?
And before I coould open my mouth to say something in response, my wise daughter chimed in from the back seat.
Jessa: They are protecting us from everything, like bears and snakes and even rats.
Spencer: Oh. OK.
Me: (stifled giggles)

I love my babies because even when I am full of snot and exhausted, a simple conversation can make me laugh and my heart smile!

Now, I just took some wonderful medication that will make me stop coughing and SLEEP.
And I will sleep so well knowing that there are dedicated police officers on duty out in the world to protect me from bears, snakes, and even rats.

Good Night. (giggle)