Saturday, November 17, 2007

Aunt Cindy is Right

Aunt Cindy is right. Mess week? only a week? What was I thinking? I think with the birth of my third child, I'm officially entering the mess years. Not that there weren't messes enough with two, but three just pushes things over the edge.

I woke up yesterday morning throwing up. Awesome. Not just throwing up, but I had a fever with chills and all. I've taken care of my kids plenty of times while sick. Even throwing up. It's part of being a mom. You just push on through. But I've never done it with a fever. I just couldn't keep myself from falling asleep here and there throughout the day.

Each time I woke up, it was to a whole new mess. Among the messes...the boys had filled up water bottles and were squirting them around the family room, stickers were stuck on every surface in the house, and an entire pack of diaper wipes emptied. Parker also took it upon himself to make them some lunch. Truthfully, I was grateful for that. They ate pretzels, fruit snacks, and bologna (a new found love introduced to them by Grandpa Smith...I certainly wouldn't have introduced that nasty stuff). It was better than anything I could have fed them. I was sick enough that I didn't even mind them eating it in the family room...until I found Reid stomping on the pretzels they had dumped out. Oh well...what are dogs for if not to clean up food spills from your kids?

Spencer came home from work to: 1 dog eating the garbage he had dumped out all over the kitchen, 1 crying infant smelling of sour milk, 1 one year old soaking wet from a diaper that hadn't been changed in I don't know how long, 1 three year old still in his pajamas blasting some random music he found in our CD case and having his own dance party, and 1 wife asleep on the couch. My wonderful husband came right in and turned down the music, changed the necessary diapers, fed, bathed and tucked in the kids, started a load of laundry and got straight into cleaning up the house...and spraying every surface with Lysol in hopes that he doesn't catch this awful bug that the rest of the family has been sick with. I was amazed...he didn't even have to ask what needed to be done. I woke up from a bed I had slept on with freshly changed sheets, to a house so clean I almost didn't recognize it. I am a lucky woman. Spencer is great.

8 comments:

DKALC2007 said...

I hope you are feeling better for church tomorrow- my turn to finally teach! No pressure to come, it isn't going to be that exciting! I am thankful you have a great husband- I have never been that sick, knock on wood, but I know mine would do all that, but cleaning up the throw up would send him over the edge! thanks for sharing your misery with us- I feel for ya! Hope to see you soon. Take care of the boys, and YOURSELF!

Lauri said...

Another reason you should live closer to your mother!!! Thank goodness for wonderful Spencer.

Lauri said...

Hey...I was just thinking...is this a ploy to jump start your diet competition?

Autumn said...

Wow, you really are a lucky woman-way to go, Spencer! If he had to choose between the healthy competition and pulling an ovation-deserving entrance, I think he definitely has his priorities right.

The good news is, this could be a great head start for me. Truly, I hope you feel better.

Lisha said...

Wow! Spencer is Awesome! I KNOW Bryce would never do something like that. You are a lucky woman.

jeanine said...

Way to go Spencer! I hope you are feeling better Katie!

SHIRLEY'S said...

WOW!!! I hope you are feeling better! and man you do have a WONDERFUL husband! Im not sure Matt would have done the same? He would have asked me what needed to be done about 13 times.

~Pedersens~ said...

poor Katie! i hope you are feeling better by now, what a week for you thats for sure. You have a great husband! way to goooo Spencer!