I think we are done. (Knock on something wood.)<\/p>\n
Today, we all ate food and none of it re-appeared. Disgusting as that sounds, I’m very very happy to be finished with this stomach bug. However, it did reaffirm my faith in God.<\/p>\n
Odd? Perhaps, but hear me out.<\/p>\n
Kevin was shipped to Taiwan for work and my mom came for a while. The day she left, I moped about bemoaning my fate. Home alone with the kids and having to do everything myself. Poor little me.<\/p>\n
God saw this and He\/She\/It smote me.<\/p>\n
Not even 12 hours after my mother left, our house was struck by the worst stomach flu ever. I was so sick I could not stand. At one point I crawled up the stairs to aid Leina. Do you have any idea what it is like to clean up a diarrhea diaper while being violently ill? The only thing worse is having to clean up your child’s vomit while trying to keep your own down. And the smell. Oh – don’t even get me started on the smell. Am I getting my point across? It was horrible, horrible, plague-like conditions here. I would have given anything to go back and rescind all that useless moping.<\/p>\n
And then, He\/She\/It stepped in again. Kat called out of the blue on a random Thursday morning. Why? She just felt like it. She caught me in tears and totally overwhelmed and immediately cut work early to come to my plague infected house, feed my germy children, and entertain them with craft projects and the world’s cutest puppy.<\/p>\n
That’s pretty amazing but not quite miraculous.<\/p>\n
But add to it, Carla, who appeared on Friday, her day off, to clean my kitchen, feed my still germy kids, and give them the special love that only a grandma can dish out.<\/p>\n
Getting closer.<\/p>\n
Liza called just to check in and upon hearing my plight, whipped up a huge vat of soothing peach Jell-O for my revolting stomach and went on an emergency run to Safeway for me. She even dared to enter the house of plague and converse with Leina who was clutching her stomach and writhing in pain. It was a very quick conversation but I admired Liza’s bravery and our barren fridge was re-stocked.<\/p>\n
And then the topper.<\/p>\n
Kat returned on Saturday bearing lunch and crafts and then dinner. I mean, come on! Can it get any better than this? If this doesn’t qualify as a miracle I don’t what does. Even I, Taurus born woman that I am, can take a hint. I need to appreciate a bit more. I need to appreciate my wonderful kids and great health. I need to adore my friends and family. I need to realize that… my life?<\/p>\n
It rocks.<\/p>\n
Thanks you to all those kinds souls that have helped me hobble along these last few weeks during Kevin’s trip. You’ll be glad to know that I am done calling in favors. My kids are well, I am well, and Kevin is expected to home in two short days.<\/p>\n
And God? I get it. You can call off the locusts.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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