This week has been a doozie. First, Oliver caught a nasty stomach bug and was throwing up all over his bed on Sunday night. Then Myla caught it and was doing the same on Monday night and then again on Tuesday night, and then I caught it on Wednesday... you see where this is going. Well, just as we are starting to feel better Mr."I never get sick" comes home tonight feeling lousy. He then quizzes me on how I was feeling when I was sick and after confirmation on achiness, fever and chills, he takes a shower and heads off to bed.
Women are so much tougher in this area then men. I'm not saying we are better at lifting heavy objects, or more skillfull at repairing drywall, or better at climbing trees, (all areas that Dustin far surpasses me) and just since we're being honest, Dustin can also sew better than me, cook chicken better than me, fold laundry better than me, his lines are just so clean and neat... but who really cares right? Just put it on a hanger or stuff it in a drawer and Viola your done! But back to the subject at hand... women are certainly better at coping in this type of situation. Men just can't handle the pain of being sick quite like a woman. At least, not from my experience. Childbirth anyone?!
This week has consisted of taking care of small children who feel terrible and are so sad to look at because they can barely stay awake, and when they are awake they are either crying or puking. I was praying to avoid getting this icky virus, but nevertheless I succumbed to the chills and everything that followed. I managed to take care of the kids all day Wednesday, while finding the time during their naps, to quietly throw up in the bathroom. Ah, the life. I even managed to run out of Tylenol and Pedialyte that morning and my dear awesome sister Elisha picked some up for me and left it on my doorstep.
Thankfully Dustin came home at 3:30 and took over from there. And by the way, I did call him at lunch and tell him to come home right after work, I thought I could make it that long.
It just amazes me that I could actually handle this and then get sick myself all the while not completely losing it. Thank you God for helping me stay calm, especially after the 20th load of vomit covered sheet, shirt, and/or towel. You name it, it has been washed. I should say that Dustin did his fair share of the laundry too while I helped console the sick child(ren). Oh, the things we gladly do for our kids!
So, now the weekend is here and I am looking forward to playing outside with my almost-healthy kiddos! And hopefully their Daddy will feel better very soon too. Wishing you all a fantasic vomit-free weekend!
