Friday, December 12, 2014

laugh or break?

So I hardly ever clean the bathroom, like really clean it and give the shower and floors a good scrub. Sure wiping toothpaste off the bathroom mirror and pee off the seats is a daily occurrence and I occasionally give the toilet a swish with the wand but that's about it. So it had been a couple months since I really gave it a good cleaning. So Wednesday I scrubbed both bathrooms and did some other cleaning around the house.
And like one of the those unspoken laws of motherhood, 24 hours later two bathroom floors puked on and a kitchen floor covered in throw up. Two beds with vomit. A daddy and three kids sick. And did I mention I am also watching an extra kid? And it is almost laughable. 

I just tucked everyone in and showered off the lingering smell of vomit. I was feeling really grumpy this evening taking care of everybody and cleaning up messes and was thinking "God don't let anyone else throw up" and I turn around and Hope throws up at my feet.  Kids come running into the kitchen and all I could think of was the scene from Cheaper by the Dozen where the kid slips in throw up. It's not really funny at all. But it is so ridiculous that it is almost comical.
Fast forward to this morning and I am having trouble seeing any humor in all this sickness. 
Mark is lying in bed sick and I am running around doing the umpteenth load of laundry and being bedside nurse, a role I don't always do graciously. But in the midst of going through the motions, getting another glass of sprite, cleaning up a diaper of diarrhea and patting another back I felt God whisper " you are doing it". 
This is where the rubber meets the road. There is a call to rise to the task at hand. And even though I feel tired and a bit grumpy... I am doing better than I think

And if I can keep this perspective than half the battle is already won.

"I truly believe that one of the greatest skills a mother can have is a sense of humor. Laughter heals. A broken spirit makes things worse. There are lots of times in the life of a mother when these could easily be your two choices---laugh or break. 
You know the day that you wash all the bedding, even the comforters?
Probably causing a traffic jam of other loads that needed to go through? You know what will happen, right? Almost guaranteed puke in the middle of the night, or at least an accident, possibly a bloody nose. If you wash it, it will be the victim of some kind of catastrophe. What is this kind of thing other than funny? It is slapstick level comedy with the clean sheets playing the role of the pane of glass. Can you laugh? Or do you let it dry you out just a little bit more?"

-Rachel Jankovic, Fit to Burst


not your ordinary anything said...

AHHH! You're doing GREAT if you can laugh about all of that already! Sickness is awful, praying everyone is healthy ASAP.

susan said...

Praying this sickness leaves your house quickly. Proverbs 31:28 "Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her"

Melissa King said...

you are COMPLETELY right. the moral of THIS story, is that you never should have cleaned the bathroom in the first place. just sayin'. haaaaa. :))) glad we are on the same page. :))))


Angie Myer said...

I am just getting 'caught up' on your blog :) And I really appreciate this post! We were ALL sick the week of Christmas, it was so disappointing! At one point I was so sick/dizzy I fell down the steps! (I was fine) At that moment I started crying & then starting laughing - Paul was so confused :) Shortly thereafter, when everyone starting improving, Paul re-wrote the words to The 12 Days Of Christmas -- the main chorus being; "annnnnddd Mommy washed the beds!" :) I appreciate your insight, Heather!
Love, Angie