The Need For a Siesta
No one likes it when their baby is sick. It's especially bad when more than one baby is sick. My life last week consisted of all the chores related to having sick kiddos at home:
Wipe the runny nose with a tissue only to have the child wipe it all over my shirt a minute later.
Carry both children at once hoping that at least one will put their head down on my shoulder and go to sleep.
Use a warm washcloth to gently wipe away the dried snot caking the child's nose so that he can breathe again.
Use the evil suction-ball-of-death (at least that's how they treat it) to suck boogers twice the size of my child's nostril out of her nose.
Battle them both to bed at night, promising that if they sleep they really will feel better.
And when that was finally done for the day, there was no energy left over for the other chores that needed doing. So my calendars still all say "January". The bulletin board with the Primary theme for both the year and the month has not been updated to reflect that we are in a new month. And I still have my December/January photos up rather than getting new prints to show how much my babies have grown. We won't even go into the disaster my apartment became; especially my kitchen. And my lesson for Relief Society remained unplanned. By Sunday morning I was frazzled, tired and feeling pretty down.
But God knew what He was doing when He put Jonathan in my life. While I struggled to put together my lesson, my sweet husband took Gail and Gary into the kitchen to clean up the piles of dishes and remove the overflowing trash. He scrubbed down the counters and organized the pantry. Then he took them both to Gary's room and they got everything cleaned up. The toys were no longer scattered and the clothes were put away. He watched the kids so I could go to church and teach my lesson. And when I got home he made lunch and continued to take care of the kids so I could have a little bit of peace. As they napped we talked quietly about our future plans; where we want to go, the things we'd like to do, what kind of house we want. The stress and frustration of the week before melted away as I was gently reminded that this too shall pass.
So now it is a fresh week. Gail seems to have gotten over the bug, though Gary is still coughing and struggling with a runny nose. Hopefully this week will be more productive and I'll be able to continue working on my projects. I've actually got a couple going right now. Plus preparations for my sister's wedding. But I am ever so grateful to my sweetheart for realizing that I needed a break and stepping up. He's pretty amazing and I'm glad he's mine.
P.S. In fundraiser news, January saw a total of three books sales. Better than zero, but be sure to tell your friends about the discount (code GWHQ24H9 at checkout) on Charming Academy. We've got two sales right now for February which puts us a third of the way to our total goal. Keep sharing with your friends! You're doing great!
Wipe the runny nose with a tissue only to have the child wipe it all over my shirt a minute later.
Carry both children at once hoping that at least one will put their head down on my shoulder and go to sleep.
Use a warm washcloth to gently wipe away the dried snot caking the child's nose so that he can breathe again.
Use the evil suction-ball-of-death (at least that's how they treat it) to suck boogers twice the size of my child's nostril out of her nose.
Battle them both to bed at night, promising that if they sleep they really will feel better.
And when that was finally done for the day, there was no energy left over for the other chores that needed doing. So my calendars still all say "January". The bulletin board with the Primary theme for both the year and the month has not been updated to reflect that we are in a new month. And I still have my December/January photos up rather than getting new prints to show how much my babies have grown. We won't even go into the disaster my apartment became; especially my kitchen. And my lesson for Relief Society remained unplanned. By Sunday morning I was frazzled, tired and feeling pretty down.
But God knew what He was doing when He put Jonathan in my life. While I struggled to put together my lesson, my sweet husband took Gail and Gary into the kitchen to clean up the piles of dishes and remove the overflowing trash. He scrubbed down the counters and organized the pantry. Then he took them both to Gary's room and they got everything cleaned up. The toys were no longer scattered and the clothes were put away. He watched the kids so I could go to church and teach my lesson. And when I got home he made lunch and continued to take care of the kids so I could have a little bit of peace. As they napped we talked quietly about our future plans; where we want to go, the things we'd like to do, what kind of house we want. The stress and frustration of the week before melted away as I was gently reminded that this too shall pass.
So now it is a fresh week. Gail seems to have gotten over the bug, though Gary is still coughing and struggling with a runny nose. Hopefully this week will be more productive and I'll be able to continue working on my projects. I've actually got a couple going right now. Plus preparations for my sister's wedding. But I am ever so grateful to my sweetheart for realizing that I needed a break and stepping up. He's pretty amazing and I'm glad he's mine.
P.S. In fundraiser news, January saw a total of three books sales. Better than zero, but be sure to tell your friends about the discount (code GWHQ24H9 at checkout) on Charming Academy. We've got two sales right now for February which puts us a third of the way to our total goal. Keep sharing with your friends! You're doing great!
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