I am so cross-eyed tired. I should be setting up kiddy monopoly or playing AtoZ with my babies in an attempt to say we've done school today, but I don't even have the brain power for that.

I don't sleep well. Never have. These last few weeks have been really bad. I also have a super messed up back, and when the beauty rest is lacking, I am seriously hating it pain-wise. Add mind-exploding allergies to that, and you're looking at a Rough Time. Nothing new, same old cycle, not even enough to take our joy. :~) But it does get exhausting.

Last night around midnight we found ourselves rushing out the door to pick up a friend and take her to the hospital for false labor. I knew that's what was going on, but to tell her that would have done no good. No one ever believes the gringa's medical opinion anyways...

So there we were: my sweet dh, df's mother (a fiesty little 4ft 10in midwife), df's husband (who is also our main Garifuna pastor and second in command at the mission), and I. Sitting in the hospital hall waiting. Watching the ants and centipedes do their thing. Discussing one of our pastors who has AIDS and is marrying a girl with the same disease. Talking through a plan for the mission in the next month of crazy busyness. Giggling hopelessly as df's mother tries to fall asleep in a wheel chair. Out of desperate boredom we turned on the tv, but the Only channel available is Latino TBN. Woah! Don't wanna do that again...

 On a prodominant place on the wall there's a picture of a woman in a nurse's uniform sternly putting her finger to her mouth in a SHHH! kinda way. Everytime one of us laughs or drops something the other 3 smack the offender and point to the picture, which of course makes us laugh more.

 And as silence catches us again I think, "Lord, You are so good. You give us joy where others find only sadness or frustration. You allow us to see the little things and smile. You are really here and whatever may come our way, You'll prepare us. And maybe even show us the light in it all."