In the last 48 hours I have:
- Stripped two peed upon bunk beds of all sheets, quilts, pillows, etc. (this after just having washed and remade all said bedding 2 days before) Did both boys sneak water bottles to bed or what??
- Done 5 loads of laundry.
- Scrubbed an entire bathroom clean of splattered barf. Walls, floor, toilet, trashcan, sink, etc.
- Administered 4 doses of Tylenol.
- Suctioned a large amount of snot.
- Gained 3 pounds.
In the last 48 hours I have not:
- Taken a shower.
- Slept for more than 3-4 hours at a time.
- Remade the bunk beds. The boys are currently sleeping with little blankies on their cold, slippery mattress covers. Don’t judge. Cold and slippery = barf and pee proof.
- Stopped coughing. Yep… Mom’s sick too.
And yet, I feel horrendously awful even beginning to complain about anything, because of my dear sister-in-law, Kaci. She is 32, has SIX beautiful kids, and was just shockingly diagnosed as having a deadly form of cancer that has spread throughout most of her body. I still just can’t even wrap my brain around the fact – nor can I get it out of my head. it certainly puts things into perspective. Not surprisingly though, Kaci has somehow kept her ever-positive attitude, is not complaining, is full of gratitude, and is generally in good spirits. If Kaci can be thankful, so can I.
Thank you Heavenly Father for sick kids. Thank you for a fussy baby that just wants to be held. Thank you for sleepless nights. Thank you for throw up. Thank you for a husband who can somehow snore the night away and wake up oblivious to everything. Thank you for peed sheets. Thank you for laundry.
Thank you for the ride. I know I take it for granted.
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