We've been busy. Like super, crazy busy.
Until this weekend.
On Wednesday night Colton came down with a horrible stomach virus. We're talking projectile from both ends horrible. I was forced to drop most everything to take care of him. And I couldn't have been happier to do it. A chance to spend time with my oldest, cuddling on the couch, watching tv. I need that once in awhile, and I hate that my kids have to be sick in order for them to spend more than five or so minutes snuggling with me.
We went out Friday night to celebrate 24 hours in the clear. It was a great night and we really had a lot of fun together. By the time the boys were in bed, Willy and I were beginning to feel a little gross. A half hour later, we were convinced we had been infected. The night was long and rough. Then Ethan woke up to announce he didn't feel well and prove it by losing his dinner from the night before all over the couch.
I should say here and now that both parents in a house should NEVER have a stomach bug at the same time....especially when there is only one bathroom and a sick child.
I have to say, though, that this weekend was very much needed. And even through the ickiness and frustration, there were blessings. First, we were all made to stop. Not just slow down, but come to a screaching halt and stay home. Also, during the times the kids were up and about, Willy and I were never at our worst together. If I had the chills and cramps, Willy was at 80% or so, and vice versa.
We have all four reconnected as a family, not just people coming and going to school, work, practice, and meetings. Although I really don't think it has become that bad, I know it could. I've actually enjoyed this weekend. I was shown that I can call and say we can't make it somewhere, that I can cancel dinner plans, and that not only one but four people will help if I just can't be there. I have been reminded that even when I am so very busy, someone else always makes the time to slow me down.