A warning before you begin. If you have a weak stomach you do not want to read this post. My point of writing down all the details is that hopefully we will look back on this one day and laugh, right? Right?
It has been an eventful week around our house to say the least. As I begin to blog this morning I am exhausted. Looking over my shoulder, in Jeremy's office, is the mountain of clean laundry we have been filtering through the washer and dryer and dumping in the floor for lack of a better (or should I say more sanitary?) place to put it. My entire house smells like clorox and lysol. I have scrubbed down countertops, bathrooms, toys, floors, kids, etc. You name it, it has been thoroughly cleansed and disinfected. Everyone in our house, except for Jeremy, has had a nasty round of the stomach virus. Of course the GermX King has almost made himself sick in anticipation of being the next victim.
It really began about a week ago when Parker climbed up in MY bed in the middle of the night only to puke all over me, Jeremy, and every square inch of the bedspread. We got everyone and everything cleaned up and Parker and I weathered the night together. 24 hours later he was feeling much better. We thought we were in the clear, but a few days later it was Everett's turn. If you have ever had a 14 month old with the stomach bug, then you know what a fun job I had for the day. Jeremy came home from work and Everett and I spent the day holed up in my room. Again, it didn't last long, but I hated these boys felt so puny. We finally emerged from that round with our fingers crossed that it would pass over the rest of us.
We spent Saturday morning baking for Easter Sunday, dyeing eggs, playing outside, and basically just having a fabulous day of no sickness. Jeremy and I dropped the kids off with Grandma that afternoon so they could dye eggs there and play a while. We went out to dinner and talked about our game plan for Sunday morning. We knew we didn't want to take Everett to class after just being sick, and really didn't want to put Parker back in so quickly either. I teach Parker's class with mom and we were doing class pictures that morning, so I needed to be there for small group hour. Jeremy's mom was meeting us for the service, so he wanted to be there then. So, Jeremy would stay home with the little boys while I took Jackson and Mia to small group, then we would swap so Jeremy could go to the service with the big kids and Grandma. That would also give me a jump start on getting lunch ready. The perfect plan. I mean, how naive can 2 adults really be? We also talked about how we were glad that at least the "messy" part was out of the way. At least if Jackson or Mia get it they can make it to the bathroom before they get sick, right? At least this was our positive thought on the situation.
A few hours after the kids had gone to bed that night we heard footsteps coming down the stairs and that feeling of dread once again took over. It's Jackson, He's sick. He did not, in fact, make it to the bathroom. We strip beds, start the washer (again) and monitor him the rest of the night. Sometime, in the midst of all the chaos, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy both manage to make stops at our house.
Sunday morning finally comes. Easter. I wake up around 6 and I already feel awful. I break the news to Jeremy and he scrambles out of the room. Before he leaves I tell him to call my mom and tell her we won't be there for class, and to take pictures of the kids getting their baskets. Mia, Parker, and Everett sifted through their surprises while Jackson and I spent the day in bed. Mia got new markers and stickers in her basket, so she made me a Happy Easter/Sorry You're Sick picture and slipped it under my door ☺. And then there were 2.
I have never been more thankful for Confederate Memorial Day in my life! This is one of the random holidays observed by the state, which means Jeremy was off on Monday. Jackson felt better and had a good 24 puke-free hours under his belt, so he went to school on Monday. I got up and spread the word to our car pool about what was going on and then Mia and I spent the morning in bed. I finally got up around noon and began the cleaning regimen. I actually looked up the definition of regimen. It is a program to improve health. Pretty fitting, huh? Short of dunking the actual members of our family in clorox, everything else we can possibly do to sanitize this place has been done.
So, here we are on Tuesday. Mia is just beginning to feel better and is still out of school. Everyone else is back to normal, with the exception of a very tired momma. I know this post is a little in depth, but it is something our family will definitely always remember so I wanted to get it all down. We "missed" Easter, but remember the fact that our Mighty Savior is risen for us. I am thankful this morning that I can take care of my family in a home that sits in a country where we are free to express our love for Christ. I am so very thankful that as bad as our struggles on this Earth may seem, it's not near what we deserve, and it's not just His death, but His resurrection that gives us hope and joy during these trials.