Today it was snowing in Maine.
Isn't that a lovely winter thought.
Here, in the deep south, it smells like tamiflu and lysol. And it's warm. (For those who don't know me, "warm" has two syllables "waar-orm").
I'm in the middle of another bout of flu season. Elijah is on the mend. Jacob is regaining color. Alex is beginning to open his eye. But poor little Josiah is the most pitiful baby.
If your counting, that's four down and four to go. So far, so good. At least they seem to be taking turns.
Our sweet little doctor commented on how wonderful motherhood seems on days like today. She said that in the exam room full of little boys, right after that pitiful baby puked down my left boob.
But when they are sick nothing will do but Mama ('cause Daddy is at work).
In the last 5 hours I have been puked on, pee-ed on, wiped a slimy . . . (you know what, with "Mama's Magic Clean-All Hand"), I've been coughed on, sneezed on, spit on, got puked on again . . .All because my boys love me.
And I just sit there, under a pile of sweaty, pitiful, little boyhood . . . and love them right back.
(And I'm really thankful for big kids that have learned to cook a little and be my gofors).
Hoping and praying You are all feeling better in no time. Love you bunches
ReplyDeleteAlls well. The daddy got really tired and the little girls kept perking along just fine.
DeleteThe Mama is still on the mend. This is the second time in 9 days that I've put on real clothes and plan to go to church this evening (IF somehow I get a nap and help making dinner - again VERY thankful for that handsome, patient man and big kids).
Still have a huge headache and pain in the neck.
12 rambunctious young'uns today and lots of Ibuprofen and sweet tea.