The answer is Yes.

Things are starting to look up.

I have found and secured childcare for The Little Boy from February 20-May 9, so all I have to do is figure out what to do from now until Feb 20th. It's possible that Hubby may end up just staying home with him on the necessary days.

How did this work out, you might ask? Well, after making many, many calls and emails, I found a YMCA with an opening beginning in early March for part-time child care. The cost isn't too bad... and my parents will be in town (and can watch him) for around 3 weeks. So that takes care of most of it! The reason why I wasn't sure if it would work out is because the original proposed schedule was for Mondays and Thursdays and NO ONE would take him for those days. So, the school changed THEIR WHOLE SCHEDULE around so that I can now go there on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

The moon is high and the sunset fades, the lullabies have all been sung. We're tucking in another day and stars appear now one by one. But the stillness moves and the silence yields and not a single beat is lost. You can hear the chorus in the fields taking up where we left off.

And your praise goes on rising to your throne where you guard us while we dream. Past the stars they fly, your praises fill the sky 'til you wake us with the dawn and your praise goes on.

Chase the stars and the moon away and wake us with your brightest song and add our voice to your refrain. Now rise up everything that lives, flap your wings and leap for joy. Oh forest, lift your arms and sway. Clap your hands, you ocean waves.

And your praise goes on rising to your throne where you guard us while we dream. Past the stars they fly, your praises fill the sky 'til you wake us with the dawn and your praise goes on.

And when my final breath you lend, I'll thank you for the life you gave. But that won't mean the praises end 'cause I won't be silenced by the grave.

And your praise goes on. I'll be running to your throne with every nation, tribe and tongue. To your arms I'll fly. I'll gaze into your eyes. Then I'll know as I am known, and your praise goes on. And your praise goes on. And your praise goes on.

Chris Rice