coming up out of the grave

Yesterday afternoon, Christopher and I snuggled up on the couch for the first time in a week. I told him how grateful I was for a husband that buckles down with me when things get rough and we don’t have time for romance or quality time. I also told him how much I’d missed him.

Last week was one of survival. I have never seen my family in such a state of illness. Some sort of stomach bug descended upon my house and refused to relinquish its victims for six straight days. The most worst part was that it progressed like a roller coaster. Everyone kept trying to feel better, only to have a random episode of ridiculousness hit them out of the blue. Some days, only one person was affected. Some days, the whole crew was down for the count. It was pitiful, and I became super discouraged. I’ve enjoyed a pretty consistently healthy family until now, and I get frustrated (and even embarrassed) when we aren’t well. This was the second stomach thing to hit us in a month!

Over the last several days, we’ve washed a lot of laundry and said a lot of prayers and dropped a few curse words. Everyone seems to be on the mend now, but we’re taking things very slowly. Sadly, nobody at our house celebrated Cinco de Mayo this year. We also canceled our sweet Georgia mountain getaway this week. Christopher and I were supposed to enjoy two nights and three days of Spring mountain air before the new baby comes, but we’re laying low and doing a little nesting around the house instead.

Our bathroom is clean and our spirits are renewed…
Let’s do this new week sickness-free, shall we?