Today has just been One of Those Days… my husband is sick (we are refusing to admit it’s the flu until it is OBVIOUSLY the flu) and so has been home all day. Home, but quarantined in our bedroom, which means we had to pretend like he wasn’t. Do you know how hard it is for two little kids who adore their daddy to pretend like he isn’t there? I spent what felt like most of the day chasing them down the hall and shooing them away from the bedroom door.
My 3-year-old was extra cranky today because he has gotten up at approximately 5:00am for the last several mornings. He no longer takes a nap, and it has worn him down. He had a meltdown because I did not park his “fire truck” in exactly the right place in the kitchen. I was off by a few inches, and it was the end of the world.
The 1-year-old has drawn on almost every flat surface of our house today – including the top of my computer – with anything she could find that made a mark. Crayons, Sharpies, dry-erase markers, pens, pencils… her multiple attempts to make awesome murals throughout our home were thwarted by me most times. I THINK I finally have all of the writing utensils confiscated, but WHO KNOWS.
Horror of horrors, I discovered that the oldest one had a fever of 100.3 this evening. Within approximately ten minutes of this realization, I had him in his pajamas, teeth brushed, in bed, and asleep. It was like a miracle. A had another hour until “actual bedtime” so I did my best to clean up the house with her help. It only took three times longer than it should have. Another miracle.
And now I find myself laying on the floor beside my three-month-old. We have made a pact that neither of us can get sick. Her, because she is young and tiny and just is not allowed get the flu. Me, because I have to take care of everyone else. I am Mom, which means it’s my job to administer medicine and change diapers and make sure people are staying hydrated and count how many times everyone has pooped today.
It’s a hard job and yes, I struggle with it quite a bit. But there is so much to be thankful for. I’m grateful for three healthy kids (the flu is nothing compared to what we could be struggling with), a roof over our heads and a husband that works hard and has a job to miss when he’s sick.
And mostly I’m thankful for a God – a savior – who forgives me for the times I lose my cool. He wipes the slate clean and gives me another chance when I am frustrated with kids who write on things. When I’m aggravated with a toddler who gets mad about the giant stuffed unicorn they insist on sleeping with not being positioned just right. When I literally stand in someone’s bedroom and declare “I will BURN every single toy that is not put away within the next ten minutes!” (a story my son will no doubt tell his therapist one day), and when I am angry about circumstances beyond my control.
The baby just dropped her toy on her face and is very upset about it. Therefore, this blog post is over. May you always remember how good He is… and that his mercies are new every morning. Hopefully our immune systems will also be renewed.