This post is going to be short, sweet, and a little sappy. Not typical for my normal Manic Mondays posts.
Saturday night, I got struck out of nowhere with a horrible stomach bug. Luckily, I was the only victim. But, it’s the sickest I’ve been in a long time. I didn’t sleep much that night, and so Sunday, I was kind of in and out of consciousness in my bed trying not to make more trips to the bathroom.
Thank GOODNESS my husband was home. I was able to quarantine myself as much as possible to my bedroom while the husband took care of the 3 kids. I would fall asleep as they were running around, screaming, fighting, and laughing happily in the next room. I was grateful that there were mostly happy noises going on and I could sip on my water and stay very, very, still.
By last night, I could tell my husband was exhausted. Taking care of a sick wife and three kiddos is no joke. And, he wasn’t exactly sleeping while I was up all night in the bathroom.
While I was laying in bed at one point, I heard my 7 year old say to my husband, “I miss Mommy.”
This made my heart melt. For one, she is not the child that wants to cuddle with me constantly or is very verbal about how she feels. So, hearing that she missed me? After one day? There are no words.
When they came into my room last night to say prayers, my 2 year old smiled at me like he hadn’t seen me in years. “Mommy!!” he said. He was lunging at my sick bed wanting to snuggle.
I am not grateful for getting sick, but I am grateful when life slows us down a bit. Sometimes, we need that to realize how important we all are to each other. And, that life is about the little things.
My agenda today is to shower (which luckily is already out of the way)
Eat some toast and drink some sprite.
And, hopefully clean my bathroom and do some laundry.
Oh yeah, and keep my kids alive.