At times during this last week I have felt like I was in some kind of horror movie. Every time I walk around a corner I'm confronted with a bleary, teary, red-eyed child. Children afflicted with pink-eye are quite the spectacle. Multiply times three and it is truly frightening. Eliza especially makes a horrific impression. She has a hard enough time keeping tears out of her eyes on an ordinary day (definitely our most emotional child), and you can just about imagine what her face looks like with pink-eye added to the equation. Also, Ingrid has a habit of night-waking, which only gets worse when she has any kind of ailment. She scares the living daylights out of me when she silently appears out of nowhere (and with red, crusty eyes) late at night when I'm home alone.
This week has been trying to the utmost, but there is an end in sight. Theia is completely over it, Eliza is greatly improving, and Ingrid seems like she won't be as bad off with it as her sisters were. They didn't all catch it at the same time, so it has been a long, drawn out process.
We usually like to make a big deal out of Valentine's Day, and Jessie had gotten the night off especially, but our plans were hijacked by the attack of the pink-eye. The girls also never got the chance to pass out the valentines they made for their friends at church, since they would have been spreading a little more than love if we'd attended. I feel so bad for them. It's hard on everyone to be quarantined for so long.
It hasn't been the greatest week, but these times are bound to come, and they do pass. We are always to "...take hold of the hope set before us" (Heb. 6:18) and low circumstances serve as a good reminder.