Saturday, February 7, 2009

If Life Was Fair

If life was fair, we wouldn't have heaven.

I don't know if someone else ever said that, it just came to me. But since I'm on that topic, let me tell you why I think that.


I'm starting to think that there is a direct correlation between these two things:

1. Take a vacation
2. Get sick

and then a month later:

1. Take a vacation
2. Get sick

Is it just me, or is there a pattern forming here? If so, I don't like it!

Things could be much worse. For instance, I could just get sick. You know, plain ol' sick, without the benefit of rest and relaxation right beforehand. See, I'm all about looking on the bright side of things.

This last time, all four kids went off to the Grandparents house for the weekend, while their Mommy and Daddy took a few days at the coast and all was well. Until kid after kid reported in that they were sicker than a dog. Then Grandpa and Grandma weren't feeling so hot either. By hot, I mean they felt miserable.

The kids came home on Sunday. Nobody went to school on Monday, still too sick or weak or whatever. Tuesday, two of the kids were able to go back. Wednesday, THEY ALL WENT BACK, and life appeared to be getting normal. Until that night. Ohhh... the miserable night of doom. For once, in all my years of pain-induced misery, I decided to take someone's advice and pop a couple Tylenol PM. It grabbed my insomnia, and slapped it down like nobody's business which was great, but then all of the sudden when Mr Nice Guy decided to get sick, I was completely worthless. Completely.

It was probably for the best (at least I keep telling myself that.) He was sick and in pain all of the next day, needing backrubs like a woman in full on back labor (for which I truly sympathized, having been there, done that!) and then it was time for bed again. Just an hour after tucking in the little man, and watching a movie with Mr Nice Guy (because he could kinda start sitting up by then) I heard a ruckus from the boys room. You know that feeling of walking into a room and getting slammed in the face by an offensive odor? Well yeah, I didn't even have to turn the lights on to know what happened.

An hour later, after cleaning up carpet, rugs, toys, laundry, bedding, mattress, KID... I flopped into bed and exclaimed that I wasn't feeling so hot. (Understatement of the century)

I don't even know how many times I was up that night, but I probably could have switched laundry over every time and gotten it all done in one night. I really had no concept of time all the next day, I just hoped my husband was well enough to throw crackers out to the children so they wouldn't be malnourished. The poor guy, he never really got a chance to milk this Norovirus gunk for all it was worth. (Think: Cruise ship full of lots and lots of sick people, yeah, it was like that) Thankfully I'm now able to sit upright for about 10 minutes at a time, but I do apologize to whoever out there is waiting on me to do something for them. I'll get to it, I promise!

Speaking of my poor guy, the dog went missing again last night -
To make a really terrible, horrible story really short... we found the dog. In the neighbors chicken house. The end. Literally.

To Mr Nice Guy and the kids:
I'm sorry it's been SUCH a cruddy week. I'm sorry you were all so sick, I'm sorry I was sick when you needed me to make your dinner. I'm really sorry about having to bury the dog in the middle of the night. Maybe we should take another vacation? You know, just get out of town and relax a bit? How about next weekend? Deal.

9 comments:

Beth E. said...

Oh, MY...you poor thing! Y'all have had a terrible time, haven't you?! Shew...the kids, your parents, your hubby, you. I'm so sorry about your dog. What a terrible thing to happen. Praying that things only get BETTER from here on out!

I feel a little guilty now, posting about my little accident. :-/

Take care of yourselves! Blessings to ALL of you...
Beth E.

He And Me + 3 said...

Oh Alexis,

That is horrible. I feel so bad for all of you. That is the worst virus ever. I will pray that everyone is better soon. Sorry also about your doggie how terrible.
Yes, it sounds like you all need a vacation. A fun yet relaxing one.
Have a restful weekend.
XO,
Mimi

Anonymous said...

((((Lexie))))... yes, take another vacation... I think that is only a given after this past week. I am so sorry about your dog... I know all to well what that feels like. I love you my friend, Me

Katie said...

OH Lexie! I feel terrible for you! I hope you all are feeling a bit better.

Take care friend.

Dana-from chaos to Grace said...

OMG that is NOT good!! I am SO sorry you guys can't seem to get better!

The vacations though...I think it's Judgment from God for not taking me along. ;)

Sorry about the dog. You can have mine. ;)

Misty said...

open the windows... air the house out and, at the first possible moment, lay in the yard and soak up as much sunlight as possible. This sums up my friday and it made everything better... (though, admittedly, we didn't have puke.)

Miriam said...

Okay. I think the answer is, DON'T go on vacation.

You poor girl. Take care. I'm so sorry it's been such a bummer.

Dana-from chaos to Grace said...

hey...left you some blog love on my page!

Farm Chick Paula said...

I'm so sorry sweetie... maybe you should go check into a motel for while... ALL OF YOU IN DIFFERENT ROOMS...