To be or not to be...sick
No grand poetry in being sick...but here we are back at my sick house again. For the 2nd week in a row, I have 2 out of 3 kids throwing up with belly explosions...yukky yukky yukky. And I am sure that all 3 will eventually get it...and if I didn't think I might--then I'd be crazy.
Last night, after a wonderfully amazing night of yoga, I came home and gave my sleeping girls their night time kisses. Or so I thought, sleeping--until #3 tells me she doesn't feel well. I didn't think much of it, because my girls--plus myself--when we get overly tired we feel like we're gonna puke. Oh the body is an amazing thing when it knows it needs to shut down...anyhow, I tell her to go back to sleep and go to my room.
I'm sure not 5 minutes passed before I hear the bellowing of MMMMMOOOOOOMMMMM...blah. Throwing up in the bed and all over...oh yay at 10pm. Needless to say then it was a night of laundry and up every hour till 5am...and all I could think of was how all-right everything was going to be. I don't get stressed over puke or sickness in general..I'm sure its a sign of niativity--but I believe it's all ok--and it is.
So--getting up this morning at 6am to get the other two ready for school didn't come easy, but wasn't hard. This time I thought about babies and the feeling of being beat up every morning from exhaustion. And I knew I wasn't going to work--so I could go to sleep for an hour or so--as long as the puking had ceased. It had at least for the moment.
Tomorrow is thankfully another day. The belly-sick-stuff is pretty much over, but now it's recovery. I can deal with that too...all this really makes me think of when they were probably 1,3 &5...we had a good month of being sick. I hardly worked or went outside the house much--and I was sure insanity would set it...but since it didn't I realized I could make it through alot of sick times--hopefully not too many puking nights--but the yearly ones--I can live through.
Last night, after a wonderfully amazing night of yoga, I came home and gave my sleeping girls their night time kisses. Or so I thought, sleeping--until #3 tells me she doesn't feel well. I didn't think much of it, because my girls--plus myself--when we get overly tired we feel like we're gonna puke. Oh the body is an amazing thing when it knows it needs to shut down...anyhow, I tell her to go back to sleep and go to my room.
I'm sure not 5 minutes passed before I hear the bellowing of MMMMMOOOOOOMMMMM...blah. Throwing up in the bed and all over...oh yay at 10pm. Needless to say then it was a night of laundry and up every hour till 5am...and all I could think of was how all-right everything was going to be. I don't get stressed over puke or sickness in general..I'm sure its a sign of niativity--but I believe it's all ok--and it is.
So--getting up this morning at 6am to get the other two ready for school didn't come easy, but wasn't hard. This time I thought about babies and the feeling of being beat up every morning from exhaustion. And I knew I wasn't going to work--so I could go to sleep for an hour or so--as long as the puking had ceased. It had at least for the moment.
Tomorrow is thankfully another day. The belly-sick-stuff is pretty much over, but now it's recovery. I can deal with that too...all this really makes me think of when they were probably 1,3 &5...we had a good month of being sick. I hardly worked or went outside the house much--and I was sure insanity would set it...but since it didn't I realized I could make it through alot of sick times--hopefully not too many puking nights--but the yearly ones--I can live through.
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