Because chicken noodle soup doesn’t cure everything

Y’all.

It’s time for me to be honest. I mean I’m always honest, but I’m just going to give it to you straight.

I’ve been fighting a headache for the last six days. And before you tell me a bunch of horror stories about headaches and what they could possibly mean, I will tell you that I am capable of going to Hyper-Paranoid, USA all by myself. I’m sure it’s just sinus/allergies/devil considering the entire world is covered in pollen right now and the Texas weather can’t decide if it wants to be 95 degrees or 45 degrees so it just goes back and forth every couple of days.

In addition to my new status of headache sufferer, I’m speaking at a women’s retreat for my church this weekend. And that feels like it comes with extra pressure because, you know, if I bomb then we’ll have to look for a new church home and we really like our church. I’ve spent the last few days trying to finalize what I’m going to talk about and it’s been a struggle to get it to all come together. And the headache isn’t helping matters.

In fact, yesterday I decided to go get this thirty-minute trigger point massage thing in an attempt to help my headache because it seemed like a good idea. And I guess it would have been, except the sweet girl really had no idea what a trigger point was and the whole thing ended up feeling like that episode of Friends when Ross has to fake being a masseuse for one of Phoebe’s clients and he just massages him with wooden spoons. I’d have been better off buying one of those head tingler things they sell in kiosks at the mall.

And, finally, P called and left me a message from soccer practice last night informing me that Caroline had taken a soccer ball to the mouth and her tooth was loose and she’d need to eat soup for dinner.

Yes.

Because soup was the most important thing.

Was this a permanent tooth? Top or bottom? Was there blood? Did I need to call an emergency dentist? Those were all the questions I had other than what she’d need to eat for dinner. But since those answers weren’t going to available until they got home from practice, I just poured myself a large glass of wine. And heated up some chicken noodle soup.

When they arrived home I was relieved to hear it was a bottom tooth and that it didn’t appear to be out of place or anything, just a little loose. Part of my relief was due to the fact that Caroline might enjoy having a false tooth just a little too much. She’s a fan of anything that might be a gateway to a gross party trick.

But it doesn’t appear we’re headed down that road. Although she sipped and slurped her chicken noodle soup at a DEFCON 1 level of drama. I finally just had to walk away because I was seconds from calling a mortuary as I died a slow death watching her painstakingly eat that soup like her jaw was wired shut.

Anyway, all this is a long way of explaining that I’m taking a break from the blog for the rest of the week. I just need some time to rest and prepare for this weekend. And, to that end, I would so appreciate any prayers you want to send my way.

Thanks, y’all. See you next week.