An apology for the spotty posting

It did not take long after a glorious Easter Sunday to remember that although we will rise on the last day with our glorious resurrection bodies, in the meantime we have to put up with our bodies’ weaknesses as they are!

Easter Monday, on the night before his 10th birthday, Noah climbed into bed with us and said, “I don’t feel good.” A minute later he said, “I’m gonna puke!” And a nanosecond after that he did – luckily over the edge of Mr. Pete’s side of the bed – where Mr. Pete usually leaves his pants and socks from the day before.

The next day Noah spent a very subdued day laying around with a bucket close to his side just in case. That evening it was Mr. Pete’s turn to suffer both upper and lower GI maladies. Wednesday evening Izzy was sick. Luckily, Izzy is my only child who ever since the age of 2 has been able to get to the toilet to vomit without making a mess! I hate seeing her sick, but I am usually pretty sure she isn’t going to make a mess. A few hours after we had Izzy sleeping soundly on the bathroom floor with a pillow and a cover, we had to move her so that Gabe could have his turn in the vomitorium. Gabe is a pretty big boy now with a deepening alto tenor voice. I noted his resonance from a floor away as he spent 20 minutes or more being sick. The next night my baby girl had it. She threw up in our room, she threw up on her sister, she threw up on her crib. I finally took her downstairs and spent the night holding her and dozing, being sure to get her head over the bucket every time she started retching.

By Friday I started to wonder when the week of Mercy was going to kick in for our family? Calvin was sick and Sam and I were the last two standing. By noon Sam had won the competition. As much as I tried to deny it, I was sick too.

Today is Mercy Sunday. I am hoping to mercifully have some time to wash some of these nasty bed sheets, and get this sick smell out of my home. The older kids seemed better and even did their usual things yesterday. Mr. Pete spent the day working under our old cars, and I spent the day holding Rosie who still had a tummy ache, alternating with blissful periods of feeling great and doing toddler stuff. I still feel like I was hit by a truck!

Nonetheless my taxes are done with a refund expected shortly! Life goes on. Now my question is, do I take next week off from homeschool because last week was anything BUT restful? Or do we plunge ahead? I’m leaning towards the former because, let’s face it, these kids are going to have to do school this summer! I’m also feeling this real need to get some spring cleaning done!

In between cleaning sheets, washing walls and floors, rubbing sore tummies, achey backs, comforting a sad baby girl, going out for ginger ail and more Pepto Bismol and doing the taxes (as well as my regular transcription work), I did manage to spend time here and here.

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