Luckily the last three days have only been a category 2 flu storm in our household. R and C threw up on different days and my son thankfully contained his vomit to the kitchen floor (wipeable) and his crib (washable). God knows how I'll handle vomit once the kids are on REAL beds. No more wiping down mattresses. Yet hopefully by that time they'll have the awareness to either run to the toilet or use a bucket. I remember the first time R ever had the flu...that was almost a parenting deal breaker. Though I do appreciate all my mom dealt with now.
I remember my mom telling me as a child that adults rarely get sick...so, I joyfully looked forward to that magic adulthood with little illness. AND I'M STILL WAITING!!!! On day four of this flu I got my turn. Unfortunately nobody can mother you when you're sick as well as your own mother. Mine is 500 miles away. There are days when I miss her, but when I'm sick my body cries for some nurturing of my own. Do husbands ever catch on to that nurturing need when their wives are sick. Whenever J is sick I do what any woman does and I nurture the hell out of him. Luckily we are all well as of today and I can venture out of my house that still smells a little sick.
Oh, I'm in an intensive an intensive 30 week therapy program through my church. We've only done the intro so far and I'm already all about everybody going through it. Here's the website and I'm sure I'll have more to say about it the further I get into it. www.desertstream.org