OK, let me tell you that when you’re wired to yell at inmates all day, you pray for a wife who’s wired to provide the care your children need. I have that wife. She’s gifted and skilled at being a great mother. Being a corrections officer, I know that there are plenty of parents who are NOT gifted at caring for and raising children. I am blessed.

So when she gets sick or overworked, I am reminded of my giftedness, and hers. Yesterday, she became ill on our way home from our outing. I knew that the weekend was now over. As the evening came to a close, she had a fever and a killer headache. Today was no different. Sick and in bed all day. So I had to reach down within and mutate into the best version of a mom I could generate. I think I did all right. Hey, it could have been worse. There were just a few things that showed I was unravelling. The limited supply of wipes didn’t help too much. Nor did it help when I brushed by one of the favorite rooster plates mounted to the wall. Yup, it fell. Yup, I didn’t catch it. Yup, it broke.

Please God, make her better!

At least the Nascar Nextel Cup is on tonight, in HD. Praise the Lord for Nascar.