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.