A Quiet House

Today I am enjoying quiet and stillness.  Quiet and stillness deep in my soul.  Yesterday was an emotional day.  This whole week has been exhausting, but yesterday I finally gave way to my emotions and had a pity party.  Lots of things have gone wrong this week.  The week started off on the wrong foot.  Bubbie began puking early Sunday morning.  Once we finally had him well, Peanut got sick.  Then Hubbie got sick-sick-sickest he has ever been.  Of course, once I thought we were done with it all, Peanut got sick again and again.  And thats when I lost it.  I only survived this week by the grace of God and the power of prayer.  I know people were praying for me, because I just went into a mode that I wasn't familiar with.  I got things done.  I cleaned and scrubbed.  I didn't fuss.  I just did.  In situations like this, I usually am in survival mode, but this week, I went into "it could be worse mode, let's deal"......I am human though and so, eventually, by the time Peanut puked AGAIN, I just couldn't take it anymore.  I had thought we were well.... I am assuming, since he isn't actively sick, I just fed him something  like chocolate milk, chicken nuggets, fruit snacks, ketchup that he wanted and it didn't agree on his already sensitive tummy.  I called the doctor almost demanding that they tell me how to make my child well again.  They assured me that it was probably just enough of this horrible bug left in his tummy that once heavy foods settled on his tummy, it made him sick again.  I called Hubbie and fussed and cried and I think he must have sensed my frustration, because he said he was on his way home.

Once Hubbie got home, he went into "helpful Hubbie" mode and asked what I needed.  I didn't really need anything.  I just wanted all these sickies to go away.  Snot and coughing for 3 weeks (and we still have the coughs) and then puke for a week.  I have already gone through two cans of Lysol.  I am just so tired of sickies.

But while I was having my emotional breakdown yesterday, I continued to remind myself, that it could be worse.  My children could be so sick that I have no clue what is wrong.  My husband could be out of work.  I could have been sick this week WHILE the rest of the family was sick.  Any of us could have ended up in the hospital because of dehydration, etc.  I mean, the list could be a mile long of things that COULD BE, yet I am sitting there having a break down about a little "stomach bug"....  but a week of little to no sleep, cleaning and obsessing over puke and germs and the baby, etc, etc...just wore me out.

By bed time, I had a smile on my face again....  Hubbie brought me flowers.  The perkiest and best smelling flowers that are sitting beside my "nursing throne" and my mom called and offered encouragement and a dinner out with her.

Even if my kids puke again, it'll be ok.  I will survive.  The water bill is going to be sky high and the gas bill will be through the roof.  We'll get through this and have stories to tell of the Pukefest 2010 when most of us got sick, the toilets backed up and overflowed into the tubs and this Momma almost went crazy......