My week has pretty much been about throw up and broken glass. Well, throw in sleepless nights and poop in wrong places. I'll just give you the highlights. Just to make you feel better about your life.
I have a friend that says that everything she's ever really liked in her life, she's broken it. My saying is more this: anything I've ever really liked, my kids have broken. But I broke this. It was going to be my first time using it. I liked it. And, boy, did it shatter!
I had barely finished cleaning up the glass when the throw up started. Totally unexpected. It was spectacular. I was holding this person, so by the time it hit the floor it could really splatter. We weren't even done cleaning it up when person #2 ... it was gross. Think gagging and mucus.
Then there was the middle of the night problem where someone had a bowel sort of problem and decided to (very responsibly) clean herself up rather than wake us up. By the time I was called to the scene, it was everywhere. Like on the dresser, door, carpet, throw rug, bed, blanket, and then ... it got tracked down the hall. Multiple loads of laundry on the 3 hour sanitary load. A bath for the guilty party and middle of the night showers for the parents. AND ... I called in professional carpet cleaners the next day. Honest.
Four doctor appointments this week. One x-ray. Two pneumonia diagnosis. Many trips to the pharmacy. Oh, and did I mention the throwing up in the public place? Ironically, it was at the health department.
Or the time I came downstairs to find a person sweeping up a broken glass with bare feet? Bless her heart. Or the nights that I got less sleep than people my age with 5 kids should reasonably have? Or how about one of the pneumonia patients that had to get up for work at 4:30AM more than once and work 12 to 14 hour days? So much for the tea and napping the doctor ordered. It just dawned on me, the week was like a Hebrew chiasm, with the crowning crisis in the middle being the few hours that I thought I had miscalculated all our buying/selling houses, mortgages, finances ... by ninety thousand dollars. I'm not kidding. I was in tears. It's a long, boring, complicated story. I had it right the first way. I was so relieved.
And just when it looked like we all might actually survive ... then it really started. Four-thirty this morning someone came into my room and said, "My tummy hurts really bad." And then she starts throwing up ... over the professionally cleaned CARPET! Yes, I was more worried about the carpet than the person. Another person totally throwing up all day too. I've been emptying barf buckets and wiping mouths, being afraid to eat and nurturing my sense of impending doom.
And not that you care, but just so you know, it hasn't been all bad this week. We did get THREE offers on the house and signed one! Closing on April 19th. And then there is my mom. I'm seriously thinking I would have been admitted to St. Joseph south campus this week if it had not been for my mom. She has babysat for hours, swept and cleaned and fed people and taken Ani to preschool and picked her up and given me time to nap and a hundred other things. Today she took Ania to the harbor for a long walk before bringing chicken soup and children's Tylenol from the grocery store.
Hey, btw, have you heard the new Josh Wilson song? Before the Morning. Totally worth the buck off itunes! Go buy it!