The Impossible Update

I try to keep things light around here, but I did warn a few weeks ago that you might just come across some whining and complaining this month. I am full of whine this week, unfortunately it is not nearly as fun as being full of wine.

This week has been an emotionally and physically draining week. I feel like whining.

I have sat down every day since Saturday to try to write a post, but all I am left with is 6 started posts that I never finished.

Saturday was the beginning of the evil, and vicious stomach virus at our house. I hate the stomach virus. A lot. It has invaded my home, and has taken away all of my energy. I haven’t even gotten it, Yet. I know I will though. The anticipation is maddening. So far all 5 of my children have had it. We have had several combinations of diarrhea, vomiting, and moderate to high fevers. My children are germ infested, cranky, smelly, gross little beasties. It is all driving me crazy. Only 1 of my little Nuts has recovered, and so far the minimum for this bug is 3 days. THREE DAYS. For a miserable little stomach bug. How can something so small cause so much trouble. One little Nut has had it for 5 days, another for 4. I am not sure how much more of this I can take.

Aside from the stomach flu, the biggest thing for me this week, that really emotionally drained me is that Owee’s 2 year sugeriversary of his first Open Heart Surgery was on Wednesday, May 12th. Last year I fell apart after his first birthday, and was caught completely off guard by the rush of emotions flooding me as I remembered his time in the hospital after he was born. I explained it last year in this post. I thought this year was going to be different, I thought I was prepared. I wasn’t though, I was a bit of a mess. Nothing like last year, but still, I kept finding myself going back and forth between crying as I remembered  how I felt just before his surgery, and crying as I remembered how I felt after the surgery was over and he was alive.

I have had the stomach bug to distract me from being too emotional, but at the same time, I think the stress of the flu may have made me more emotional. I had special things planned this week to honor and celebrate Wee Nut, but none of it got done. I have spend weeks organizing my entire house to get ready to move the kids into the addition in the next couple of weeks, but everything is falling apart. I don’t have a minute to myself without some child doing something gross and stinky. My hands are dry, cracked and bleeding from all of the washing and sanitizing. I have washed a months worth of laundry in the past 6 days, and I have no intention of putting any of it away anytime soon. I am tired and cranky, and ready for this bug to leave our house.

So there it is, a big, fat, annoying, whiny post. It was either that or nothing, and I have done nothing for far too long.