Just yesterday, I thought, "I think we are finally healthy." I hadn't even wiped a nose for two days. The weather was amazingly warm (for January) in the 50s, and I opened up ALL of the windows in my house. Out with the bad air, and in with the fresh air. It was wonderful, and the house felt so fresh and spring-like.
Fast forward to 4:00 am this morning. My six year old comes running into our room to tell me that he doesn't feel good, just in time to project from the mouth all over my carpet. Yuck! Well, the day had to get going some time, right?
We have been dealing with him fairly well today, and bleaching everything. He has been sick from the other end as well. How on earth can we be cycling through another flu bug? Or are we on the same one again?
Eight hours later, now my two year old went running to the toilet. She has been fully potty trained for almost a year, but sickness is something else. Lets just say things exploded all over the floor before getting to the toilet. Who cleans up these messes? I looked around for volunteers, and found out it was me : )
I just have to laugh about it. Thank goodness for paper towels, bleach, bleach, and febreeze!
I must apologize if anyone is actually reading this. I know it is absolutely disgusting. Couldn't I have any other inspiring mother stories this winter besides sickness??????
I just don't want to forget these times when they are gone. And this is a bit of a stress reliever for me after being pinned in the sick house for two months!!!!!!!
If anyone else out there has sick kids this winter, you aren't alone!
That does sound terrible!! Sorry. That is no fun. I could handle colds several times through the winter, but the flu is a different story. Hope it doesn't last for to long!!
ReplyDeleteWe have a meeting on Sunday for those getting baptized. Hopefully they will have a calendar with dates on it to let us know if Cameron will be baptized in April or May. I'll keep you posted.
My favorite sick memory is when a child leaned over me to whisper that she wasn't feeling well. I had really long hair at the time and it was all pulled up and spread out on my pillow--kind of like Ariel the Mermaid. As she said, "Mom, I don't feel . . ." then let loose on my face and hair. The shower was a full hour of combing out the vomit--strand by strand.
ReplyDeleteMotherhood is meant to teach selflessness. I'm sure of it. Good luck as it cycles through (or hopefully skips past) the rest of you!
Funny thing, my last two blogs were about sickness as well. Sad you are going through it, too. It sticks, literally :)
ReplyDeleteWithout the rain, one wouldn't see the rainbow. Life is beautiful!