If Mothering were anything like Boy Scouts, I would have earned a few badges this past week.
Yesterday was the first day in eight days that I was not puked on or
pooped on. We had our annual bout with the stomach flu and I'm *hoping*
we are DONE for the winter now. Lord, just please let us get through
As I sanitized the toys last night and washed the floors, I took
inventory on what needed to still be cleaned. And as I looked around, I
thought, "There is nothing left that is dirty." Seriously. Everything
that could go in the washing machine went in this week. Every rug,
towel, blanket, toy... The rest of the toys took a spin in the
dishwasher or were hand-washed with Clorox. I even cleaned the carpets
with the carpet cleaner. Every.single.surface in my house was scrubbed
with antibacterial cleanser, including the couch. If it couldn't be
washed, it was Lysol-ed. My house is clean. Squeaky.
In case you think I'm insane with the cleaning, think about this again...EIGHT DAYS of the stomach flu.
So I was finished cleaning. It felt really good. I smiled as I let the
dogs back into the house and walked into the kitchen to make myself a
cup of tea. I was just about to sit on the couch and relax for a moment
when Little Man called out to me that the dog had muddy paws! No mud
outside, so I was thinking he's a crazy kid who just likes mopping -and
thank you, Rubbermaid, for making a fun mop! But sure enough, big, dark
paw prints all over the floor. Only it isn't mud, it's blood. Poor doggy broke a nail up really high and it was gushing quarter-sized
drops of blood all over the clean floors, rugs, carpets... Sigh.
Little Man gladly grabbed the mop and cleaned the floors while I bandaged
the foot. I have the best kid. He was crawling around the carpet with a
washcloth looking for blood to scrub out. He is awesome. And my dog
is doing just fine now.
Today is a good day. No cleaning to do. Leftovers for dinner. And I
get to go back to work tonight. Cabin fever set in a few days ago...
It feels good to know my house is clean and there isn't anything I have
I suppose, if I really wanted to go crazy, I could fold the laundry...
I was looking at this mountain of laundry while washing yet another load
of pukey clothes earlier this week and thinking about the most
drool-worthy laundry set up I've ever heard of: a family closet with a
washer and dryer in the same room. And then it dawned on me that since
we no longer had any clothes left in our dressers, we kind of had a
family closet with the washer and the dryer right in the same room.
And who said nothing good comes from the flu???