Case of the Mondays (on Thursday)

Hey. Hello. Sorry it's been a long time since I posted. I would never want to leave my three or more readers hanging!
I took a mini vacation back to my alma mater last weekend. Yes, I went back to visit less than three months after I graduated. Get over it, I missed it too much. Turns out that time hasn't changed it at all, and the number one remark people gave me all weekend was "it seems like you never left." Haaa, I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing. I had a blast though.
When I came home (home being NJ in this case...I realized about two weeks ago that I started calling the blue house my home), I was warned that I might want to stay away from the babies. Some kind of virus came and took hold of their fragile little bodies. Day in and day out, we've just had to rock them, put them to sleep, soothe them, fill cups with gatorade, and keep Wonder Pets constantly playing on the TV. I feel so sad for them, I just wish they would get better! I miss the days of continuous play, laughter, and sunshine. Because of all this, I had two overflowing suitcases on the floor of my room for most of the week. I became way behind on a bunch of responsiblities because every night I would crash and burn at a ridiculously early hour.
I'm kind of reaching for a theme to this blog here. I guess I just realized when I wrote about our week of sick babies, that it kind of applies to an overall life lesson. I mean, hear me out, we're in a period of waiting. Right now, this is Lent, waiting for the resurrection. Just like my impatience for healthy children, we can grow wishful and complacent in this Lenten journey. I have just been continually waiting for the day that they are not sick, instead of looking to what I have today, and being grateful. I do have to say, I've loved the quiet cuddle time with the girls. And this is helping me remember that they are just vulnerable little babies, so I shouldn't get frustrated with them so often.
I have had horrible anxiety lately. I mean like, I would freak out because of the littlest things. I finally realized that the reason was probably because I wasn't sticking to my Lenten promise. I had let myself get off track and now that I'm back to it I feel much better. Amist the crying babies, and cluttered messes, I'm at peace again.