We picked up a nasty throw up virus. By we I mean the twins & the teen.
I’m good for like the first 12 hours.
I mean I’m like a rock star mom.
Kind, loving, not caring at all that all of my kids are puking, one right after the other.
Ok that’s a lie & a little dramatic.
But the twins did puke, like 5 times in 3 hours. Poor Libby was 4 of the 5.
Callie was more efficient. Just one big time. Bless her.
Emma was the late bloomer. She waited until we were 9 hours into the drama to start participating.
And she’s been down for the count since.
The twins are locked & loaded, fueled up with strawberry jello, a few bites of baked potatoes & lots of freezie pops.
Bedtime does not seem to be happening anytime soon.
I am being very bad & indulgent. They are currently watching kindles & iPads in their beds.
I just can’t anymore.
Last load of laundry in the washer.
Last load of dishes in the dishwasher.
Sink full of dishes that wouldn’t fit, handwashed.
Told you I was a rock star.
I’m still a little worried that I may get sick.
But I have prayed.
I have obsessively washed hands.
Cleaned every surface with Thieves Household Cleaner.
Rolled a combo of lemon, peppermint, Thieves & coconut oil on my feet, down my spine. I read sometime in the midnight hour that it is believed that viruses reside in your spine.
Robbie is quarantined to the basement. He has to work again tomorrow. As the sole breadwinner it seems like a good idea to keep him healthy.
Mentally tired of worrying about anyone else getting sick.
I’m seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
Then Emma makes an appearance.
She stumbles out of my room ( I moved her in there after she got sick because my niece was spending the night & it was a futile attempt to quarantine the germs.)
Sorry Mara. Too little too late it seems.
Mara was kind enough to wait until she got home to get sick.
Emma asks for food.
I’ve tried to get her up & out of bed.
I’ve offered food & drink.
I’ve learned not to push eating too much too fast. I truly believe your body knows what it needs most of the time.
Did I mention I was tired?
I did not handle the food request from the bleary eyed, cute even with greasy hair & rumpled T-shirt wearing teen.
Thankfully I did get it together & feed the child,
But not before wiping some tears away.
Her tears, not mine. I’m only crying on the inside.
She can’t sleep.
I oil her up, from the bottom of her feet to the top of her spine with lavender.
She goes back to her bedroom, to her clean sheets.
I feel awful.
Ugh. One day I will get it right.
But for now I console myself with the idea that I am teaching her the art of apologizing when you mess up.
The art of admitting when you are wrong.
And my clean sheets are now in the dryer.
The twins are asleep.
I managed to sing “Into my heart” and “Bind us together Lord” and pray with them.
I’m watching the last few minutes of a sweet Christmas movie on the Hallmark Channel.
Christmas in July. I love it!
Goodnight sweet friends.
Faith & Grace & hope for a restful night.
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for You alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8
Be at rest once more, oh my soul, for the Lord has been good to me. Psalm 116:7