Silver lining

There are not many things in life I hate. Sure, going to the bathroom only to realize there is no toilet paper is one. Or when I am running with Mason and he poops twice when I have only one bag... The chart-topper, however, is sick kids. I have a real issue when my baby is up tossing and turning all night for five days with a fever and a horrible cough. I hate that she gags on Motrin then throws up all over my sheets and I have to do another load of laundry (OK, Trevor has to do another load of laundry) on top of the already existing heap at the bottom of the laundry chute. I hate that she won't nurse because she can't breathe and eat at the same time. I hate that she sees me coming with a tissue and crawls away.

The past week has been a true coffee-fest. We have had to go about our normally scheduled programing with a lethargic RSV-infected baby in tow.

It's not until I think of the past few days that I realize how nice things really are. Trevor has taken Millie from 2:00am til he has to get ready for work every single night/morning. Because of sheer exhaustion, when I literally can't make my body pick her up to rock her to sleep, he steps in and they have a slumber party downstairs on the couch.

Georgia and Murphy play so well together. They are best of friends. When I am pulled away from them to deal with wiping up a Motrin throw-up, which leads to me mopping the floors of course, they continue on with their play time. From playing dinosaurs to mama and baby to having a picnic on the living room floor, the two have the best play dates. There are moments, yes, when Murphy has a nice red forehead from headbutting Georgia, but those are becoming more and more spaced out.

I have found the most wonderful group of friends. Friends who stepped in without me even considering asking to step in. When we first moved here I remember (see one of my first posts!) feeling the need to find a group of friends. Not acquaintances. Friends. I truly have, and it makes me very happy! Thankful.

While I am now looking at Millie getting in to trouble again, pulling out every diaper from the bin and moving on to the wipes, I know she is feeling better. It has been a long week, yes, and at times I couldn't sit down in the middle of the day out of fear that I would put my head down and fall asleep. We're in the clear, however, until the next kid gets sick.

While there may not be an upside to forgetting to restock the toilet paper roll, I have found one here. I have an amazing husband who puts 100% effort in at work only to come home and put in another 110%. My kids are the greatest. Oh - yes - there is an upside to the toilet paper ordeal. I get to put my kids' listening skills to the test. "Georgia and Murph - how fast can you run down to the basement and get a roll of toilet paper and bring it up to me?" :0)