My day? I thought it was over at seven sharp (when I stumbled down the hall way to my bed-to flee the racious giggling and chatter of my happy children) Id been working obssesively all day, and was exhausted, craving sleep and quiet. Well. Good thing I went to bed early, because, haha. My day was NOT OVER. In fact...I was in for a long night... I woke up at 11:30 to the sound of a small childs vomit hitting the floor, and that was teh beginning of six hours of puking, and diahrea. :( My thin little boy-puked about twelve or thirteen times, and had about four accidents in his pants. :( So sad- he never ever has accidents. So, I made sure to give him coconut oil and honey water, as much as hed take (about four tsps), and he drank LOTS of water. I washed about two loads of laundry, and bathed him once...he went through three or four changes of p.j.s/undies, and through the whole thing, Im fine..but, Im NOT going to school, right? The irony, Heather Gray Csontos...I had less than a full load in the sacrificial basket-I knew better. I just knew-If I had shoved a couple of towels in there...wed be fine. Really. I think that the bathroom gods need a sacrificial basket-to be sure that they have their hold on us. ;) But-I won-My bathroom got cleaned, floors washed, all my laundry is done, except the sacrificial basket, and my house is still clean. I believe I can do all things (even 2 am laundry) through Christ...hahah! Hes better now, sitting on the couch, asking a million questions. And we know, Angela Cosand, when the questions and chatter resume...theyre better.
Posted on: Tue, 21 Jan 2014 14:42:25 +0000
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