two times running the steam cleaner before 8am.
12 loads of laundry.
6 or so outfit changes per child per day.
2-3 per adult.
three kinds of saltines.
ten hours of sleep per adult for the last two nights.
10 different kinds of clear liquids.
30 hours or more of children's programming.
two rugs hosed off out in the yard.
one terrible diaper rash.
and one thankful mama.
and I am not thankful because it's over, because we aren't sure it is...though once it IS over (which we are ever so gently hoping it IS) I will be thankful.
I am currently thankful that this is the worst we have ever had it. That in a few short days our lives will be (God willing) back to normal. That in a couple of days my boys will be back to their normal, wild and crazy boy selves. That in his almost four years on this Earth we have only had to take Moses to a non-well baby visit three times. Aaron has never gone.
I am thankful that we could get in the car and just buy whatever it was we needed or thought we needed to help our boys get better. I am thankful that we didn't have to think twice to buy everything we thought they could/would eat to help them get back to normal. I am thankful that they are normally super healthy and happy boys. I will take our last 58 hours over some of the things that other parents have to deal with on a daily and sometimes forever basis.
This whole time they have been sick, I have had such peace and knowledge of God's presence. Not saying that it was easy(because it hasn't been)...but it was definitely God that has helped me to clean these messes...messes that otherwise would have normally been impossible for me to clean. I could almost hear God saying "One minute at a time...this too shall pass".
God has been gently reminding me how good I have it with these two boys...these two, strong, fast growing boys who rarely fall out of the high percentiles for height and weight.
These last couple of days God has gently nudged me and brought to mind people to pray for...who have kids who are always sick...who are fighting more difficult things than a stomach bug...who have kids who never came home.
I am thankful for this stomach bug.
And even though I am totally drained beyond drained...I am thankful that at least this was Doug's weekend off. And even though I am weary at the thought of starting up this next cycle of work at below zero physically, mentally and spiritually...I will take these problems and give thanks for them.
One day...one moment at a time.
I am also thankful for clorox wipes, my steam cleaner, a working washing machine and a temporary gut of steel.
So if you are waiting to hear from me...or you just think of me...please be praying for us to be on the mend...in all sorts of ways and on all levels.