*Note to readers: This post may include some crude references to bodily excrements. I did not say vulgar, just not sugar-coated for sensitive readers. ;-)
If anyone has ever wondered if God has a keen sense of humor, I am pretty sure He does. Let's analyze my past week as an example.......
A week ago last Friday: I was bopping around downtown Denver with my homies, eating all the food I could get my hands on, hangin' in a hot tub, and renting hotel movies like I was at a high school cheerleading convention.
Fast forward to Sunday morning: My son puked all over the church nursery (and himself).
**Quick rabbit trail*** This is a new church, mind you, so I am sure that we will not be welcomed into the fellowship anytime soon after this incident. Anyways......Got through that illness rather easily. "I can handle this! After all, I worked at Bethesda!" (a few of you will get that...)
Tuesday evening: Had a friend over for dinner
--made a
huge enchilada meal.
**'Nother rabbit trail****One of my best pans of enchiladas to date, if I may boast a bit.The eldest E decided to pick up the flu bug left about the house, and spent the wee morning hours hurling (the enchiladas) quietly to herself and then leaving the bowl sitting on the couch (we are
still questioning that move) for her brother to spill on the couch and window shade. Good times.....but lest you feel pity welling up, just wait.
She spent the day sleeping and feeling generally terrible. (I hate it when my kids are sick and I have no power to really help. sigh.) She goes to bed, pretty much back to her normal self. I go to bed feeling nasty and knowing what lie ahead for me during the night.
Wednesday night: Yep, I was right. 3am to 7am spent communing with the household toilets. During that time period, Josh got up to leave for the airport. Oh, did I forget to mention that?! Yes, Daddy was leaving for 3 days.
Convenient. Just kidding, I am not at all bitter. No, really, I am not. He would not have been any help to me--he doesn't handle bodily excrements well. AT ALL.
So, I lay around the house all day. The children watched more T.V. than most watch in a week. They also ate whatever they could find on the floors because I was too weak and dizzy to cook for them. No, just kiddin'--but they really did have some odd concoctions. Poor kids. Thankfully my sweet friend Chastity brought them McDonalds so they would have one healthy balanced meal.
Wait......what?
Thursday night: I take two Ibuprofen and hit the hay. Wake up feeling totally fine again. Starving, but fine. We even went out for lunch to celebrate at an all-you-can-eat buffet!
Bad choice.8pm, Friday night. Everyone is tucked in bed, my cup of tea is ready, and my movie is prepped to watch.
But what is that sound? You moms know it well. The sound of vomit being projectile launched across the room. I sprinted downstairs, but it was too late. Middle E's bed was covered, as well as her sister's (whose I had just changed that morning).
Sigh. Or actually it was more of an agonized gasp.....
I brought her upstairs to the extra bed and settled her in. I figured I would Facebook and wait out the "storm". Around
1:45am, I realized the storm was not stopping. So, I made my bed in the same room. And was up
every hour for this one. Poor kid.
So, after my 2 long hours of sleep that night, I arose on Saturday morning to finish up the 15th or so load of laundry from the week. By the evening, the last E was feeling stable, and we headed off to the airport to pick up Daddy. (Who I am positive was THRILLED to be coming back to this...... ;)
If any of you are left reading this, I am coming to my point. Yes, I know...."it better be worth it". (It really isn't.....I just needed to ramble.)
The Point of the Post: As I went off for my mom's night away the Friday before this nightmare-ish week, I kind of thought that I "deserved" the time away. I felt that I was entitled to a carefree, lavish evening to put my "troubles" aside. And I think it is true--we moms do need times to rejuvenate and regroup. But my first and utmost calling is to be a wife and mother.....and (as hard as it is) that comes with many nasty moments. :-) As I was throwing my pity party last week, God grabbed my heart and whispered to me, "I have a purpose and I need you to trust and be satisfied."
So often we fall into the worldly mentality that we are "entitled" to a life that goes a certain way--healthy kids, enough money to be comfortable, a perfectly romantic marriage, and a stress-free environment at home.
But God has not promised all of that.He has only promised to give us the grace to make it through each day. He has given us "everything that pertains to life and godliness" (I Peter 1:3) He only desires to make us more like His Son. We must be content with that! Even when everyone around you is puking. :-)
After my gentle rebuke from God, the blessing of a night away seemed even more that---an added
blessing that I do not deserve or even need in order to live my life as a wife and mother. (Not saying I will not take one if it comes along again, but my attitude and mentality has been turned towards our God instead. I do not need one in order to survive and bring Him glory.)