It's true that there are no sick days when your a full time, stay@home mommy.
Last Friday I got sick. Not just a little sick... but a kick-your-butt-take-you-down kinda sick.
The Captain watched the boys while I slept and stayed as still as possible.
Movement and standing were issues that promoted the emptying of my insides...
The next day, I was still far from fully recovered, but not feeling the need to be statue like anymore, I tried to be of more help.
So let's give the smaller, much dirtier rug rat a bath.
He was delighted... a tub all to himself. He was splashing and "swimming" and rolling over and over. At one point I was so entertained by his bath time giddiness, I told the Captain I wanted to film him.
So I went and got my camera and came back to full-on giggles from a new peek-a-boo game with daddy. I turned the camera on and watched as Ryder stood up to be more interactive in the game... I was still filming when he turned to fast and slipped banging his tiny, tiny, wet chin on the side of the tub.
After scooping him up and out of the watery death trap, Ryder was fully examined and discovered to have a fairly good sized gash under his chin.
So we took my crazy, wet, 20 month old to the ER for the first time to get stitches.
So we sat and watched more utube... and tried to keep a very active and overly tired toddler still.
We were gone 4 hours... sigh... and came home just after midnight to Rigg puking all over himself and all over his bed... in which the newly stitched up Ryder did and fantastic run and dive, finishing with a giant belly-flop right on the vomit.
This is about the time I would have commited all kids of lawlessness to get a vacation... or a maid/nanny.
So slowly, moment by moment we repaired ourselves, took deep breaths, slept when we could, prayed, and eventually got better. We are now to the point of "looking back on and laughing"
Because life is funny.
Thank you Jesus for giving me a sense of humor.