I could easily sink into whining this morning.
- I was awakened several times during the night by a hurling child.
- As I lay in bed early this morning nursing The Boy, he hurled on me and my freshly laundered sheets.
- I got out of bed and went to the bathroom, where I trod upon daddy longlegs with every step.
- I found another hurling child in the living room.
- I got a big grease splatter on one of my favorite shirts while frying eggs for hubby’s breakfast. Why wasn’t I wearing the beautiful apron he bought me?
- I put on the beautiful apron and 6 daddy longlegs tumbled out.
- Hubby went to work with my van and my two oldest children. I didn’t see a problem with this at the time, but…
- We’re out of diapers, and
- dog food, and
- the toilet seat broke yesterday. Really broken, as in we’re sitting on the rim of the toilet. I really need to go to the store, but I have no babysitters, and no vehicle large enough for those of us at home – if I were going to take sick children to the store, which I’m not.
- The little Yorkie dog won’t quit looking for treats in the catbox. We offered her cat food, but I guess she prefers it more processed.
- While trying to change The Boy’s dirty diaper, I bent my thumbnail backward. I hate that.
- As I surveyed the damage to my thumbnail, The Boy grabbed his as-yet-uncleaned diaper area. I hate that.
- A hurling child hurled onto her bed during the night, thoroughly dousing the sheet. I found out that it was on the comforter too, when a big slimy chunk fell on my foot. I hate that.
All this happened before 9:30 this morning. But it’s all about attitude:
- The hurling child during the night was relatively composed and did her business in a pan after the first two incidents.
- I don’t think The Boy is sick; I think it was an out-of-control burp. And the milk was fresh. It could have been worse. And he only got the fitted sheet – not the comforter or even the flat sheet.
- At least the daddy longlegs weren’t falling on my head. Sometimes they do. Sometimes it’s while I’m sleeping and they land on my face. I don’t sleep with my mouth open.
- The hurling child in the living room got her own pan during the night and hit her target every time. Good girl!
- I think the grease will come out of my shirt. I had the presence of mind to sprinkle cornstarch on it right away, and was able to toss it in the washer with my sheet.
- I have become so desensitized to daddy longlegs that I can grab them by handfuls and chuck them in the toilet with hardly a shriek. Almost.
- mental note: keep big kids when middle ones are sick.
- I was thrilled to learn that a Very Intelligent Child had thought to pull the diaper bag out of the van before Dad left for work. We have enough diapers to get us through the day.
- We have cat food, which most dogs consider a treat.
- At least we have a toilet.
- We have finally taught The Boy not to let the Yorkie lick his open mouth.
- I’m thankful for my strong, fast-growing nails. It’ll grow back.
- We have a boy.
- Chunks. I hate chunks.
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Dear Kim,
thanks for the whole new meaning to TGIF!
–Thank God It’s Friday
Andrea from Germany
Hey Kim,
geeesh I will be thankful for my uneventful day while just thinking it is way to quiet this morning LOL. After reading this I shall remain grateful. I loved how you recaped the Blessings below. Man I could not get used to the daddy long legs!! Do you know I too live in Texas and have neven seen a daddy long leg at all? How strange.
As a matter of fact I could definately handle whirl more than a spider.
Blessings.
Thank goodness for Very Intelligent Children
I am so sorry you are having such a tough day… thank heavens for the weekend tomorrow!
Your two part blog inspires me to not look at the yuckky side of life so often. Thank you.
And Number 11 of part 1? In my house we call that “Kitty Roca” (instead of Almond Roca) and our dog preferred it too.
thany,
Kitty Roca? Thanks – I needed a little maniacal laugh right now. I just pulled myself out of a huge puddle of breast milk and fried egg.
The Boy is projectile vomiting, so I guess maybe he’s sick after all. I just wish he wasn’t facing me when did it.
On the bright side, both sets of sheets are hanging out to dry right now, along with my comforter. The comforter didn’t need it, but there aren’t many things that give me the quick and easy mood boost that I get from hanging my comforter outside. Even if I don’t wash it first, it comes in smelling *outdoors fresh* and the smell lasts for days.
Oh you poor thing…I’m praying for you. I must say you make a busy day with morning sickness seem like a peice o’cake. Thanks for the encouragement! My toddler and the little boy next door and one quick business meeting? Easy!
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I’m always so grateful when a child gets their own vomit bucket. I’ll pray for your family!
We put the litter box in the bathroom with a baby gate across it. The cat can climb over and get to it but the dog and, most importantly, the baby cannot.(Yet, anyways!)
Ummm, this sounds like a day from my childhood.
Sounds like you handled it better than my mom, who eventually ended up sitting in the middle of the floor crying at some point.
Good job!
I applaud your attitude!
Blessings!
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Natalie
Oh, you poor, poor, POOR thing! Number one on my list of ‘Most Dreaded Things’ is the family hurling in unison! Bleck! And, double bleck!
My husband and I have a standing agreement… he handles anything that comes out of the top end of our children and I handle anything that comes out the bottom end. Works for me!
I’m praying for a quick recovery for the infirmed and for this nasty bug to stop right where it is and bid a hasty retreat from your home!
I think you deserve some chocolate!
Thanks for that post…I need to start thinking that way! I found your blog through a friend. I feel very encouraged by your attitude!
I’m just hoping YOU don’t get sick. It’s much easier to handle the “stuff” that happens in life when you’re not tired or hurling yourself.
Please say you were able to get diapers and a short break this afternoon!! I feel for you!
Mrs. C.
Aw! What a day! But glad to hear that you are doing OK.
A sidenote.. I have four kids, and they are all under 2 years apart. I also used to do a LOT of babysitting. I never heard of so many kids “hurling” so many times as I have reading your blog!
Do the spiders eventually go away? :S
mrs mecomber,
I think the hurling thing comes from their father’s side of the family. I’ve never known a family to do it as much as they do, for any reason – or no reason at all!
homeschool,
The diaper bag has kept us supplied and hubby will be bringing home diapers, dog food and a toilet seat. Oh, the luxury!
Paulette,
It’s good to see you. I haven’t heard from you in a while. Glad you are having uneventful days.
Spinneretta and Reagan,
I don’t recognize you. Are you new? Welcome, and thanks for taking the time to comment.
Wow I have to say I do not envy that morning! But I can sympathize with the daddy longleggs issue…we are in Texas now and they are driving me a little nuts!
I had to read that post out loud to my husband. Zowie.
May the Lord fill your house with healthy children, a faithful washing machine, and plenty of fresh air.
Really.
I had to come back and finish the post because I was trying to read it over my morning cereal and you wouldn’t stop talking about chunks! lol!
Thank you thank you thank you…for showing us that there is always something to be thankful for! I am so sorry you all are still sick,and especially that the spiders are still not gone.
YOU ARE MY HERO.
This is what I call a “GLORY Day”. 3 of my 4 kids are cursed with throwing up all the time. I had all 4 of hem last year trowing up at the same time. I can relate. I pray for all your little ones to get healthy again, and you and your hubby to stay healthy. Blessings!
What, no one got lice?
You are definately, MY Hero! Not because all that happened, but because you pulled out your attitude and smiled. Thanks for sharing it!