They say April showers bring May flowers. I wonder if that is a metaphor beyond the weather. I shouldn’t give the month of April such a hard time. It’s been a weird month for me. I’m not a huge fan of busy weekends. I’ve compensated with quieter weeks. But even the quiet weeks and busy weekends can be interrupted. This last week hasn’t been my favorite and I am glad to put it behind me.
Last Wednesday we had flooring installers come out to “fix” our floors. It was stressful to me handle this process while Jeremy was at work, but he needed to be there for a meeting. I prayed over and over again I wouldn’t miss an obvious sign and give the okay for the installers to do something totally insane that would upset my hubby and damage our house. I felt the pressure. Long story short is the installers can’t do much. They tired to fix a few areas of our floors, but left the less noticeable spots alone. There is something very stressful about having people tear up your floors. I had no clue if the whole floor was going to be torn up or part of the floor or what condition it would all be put back together. The floors aren’t greatly improved, but they didn’t make things worse. More conversations are going to need to be had about this situation. Construction stuff is not my cup of tea.
On Thursday, my husband came home from work an hour earlier than usual. I was delighted and surprised. Turns out his stomach had been bothering him and thus began The Great Tummy Bug of April 2019. Thursday and Friday were rough days for Jeremy. He thought he had food poisoning from leftover potato salad until Owen started throwing up as well. On Saturday no one was throwing up. I thought we would be in the clear for our Easter plans on Sunday. And then Owen woke up with pink eye on Sunday morning.
We’re not really sure how Owen got pink eye. But alas, I stayed home from church and sent Graham off with my parents to celebrate Easter up north with my family. It was such a weirdly quiet day. Owen was a trooper. He handled missing the egg hunt at GG’s like a brave solider. We spent our Easter evening at the walk-in clinic and getting antibiotic drops at the pharmacy.
Just when I thought we were all in the clear, I started to feel sick yesterday. I never threw up like my boys, but I was so nauseous. I was told to stay home from MOPS & MOMSnext by my co-coordinator. It was hard for me to stay home because I am the type of person who likes to push through the pain. Okay. Maybe I don’t “like” it, but it’s my MO. I barely slept last night and I’ve been a bit of a zombie today. I want to eat, but whenever I do my stomach tells me that was a bad choice. Overall though, I got a much milder bug than Jeremy and Owen did.
Graham is great, by the way. He is living his best life. His weekend was full of Easter activities and he loved every minute of it. On Saturday when Owen was starting perk up from the tummy bug, we did an egg hunt around the house for the boys. They had a blast. It was so much fun to listen to their joy as the hunted for the eggs. We also gave them their Easter baskets on Saturday since Sunday was supposed to be a full day. Graham exclaimed and made the best happy-surprised face as he opened his basket. Graham might have hated the rain and cold of Easter Eggstravaganza the weekend before, but this last weekend was his jam. Easter was good to him.
Each month takes a different turn than I would expect. And that’s okay. You can’t plan for illness and it seems to find it’s way to our family regularly. I would love to have a two month break from someone in our household throwing up… one can dream.
There are plenty of things to be thankful for though. I used the Walmart pick up at our local store this week. It was amazing! No more long drives for grocery pick up. I am thankful that for the first time our doctor’s office was open on Easter and that we have one pharmacy in the area that is open on Sundays. We were able to get Owen’s pink eye under control quickly. I drove through Starbucks yesterday morning on my way to set-up for MOPS & MOMSnext. One of the employees there works at our church as well. She wrote Jeremy & I’s names on top of our drinks to personalize them. It’s the little things in life. That hot chocolate actually felt good on my stomach and my name on top reminded that I am known. And we finally got the windshield on our van fixed so at the moment it’s crystal clear. Lots of things be to be thankful for.
This month might be a little off, but that’s okay. It will pass and we’ll move back in our usual flow again. Owen has one more month of preschool before summer break. How did that happen? Jeremy was talking to me about details for preschool graduation. I know that is a “thing” now. And it will be here in a blink of an eye.
I’m preparing to head out for the weekend to our church’s annual ladies retreat. My usual peeps aren’t going this year, so I’m forging a new course. Instead of tagging along, I’ve had to reach out make plans with other ladies. I know that it will be a good weekend. I have an opportunity to go deeper with friends that I don’t get to spend a lot of time. I’m hopeful and optimistic that a different year might just mean a better year.
Well, that’s about all the energy I have for this post! I’m going to head back to reading in bed. Jeremy felt spunky enough to run errands with the boys so I’ve been resting in silence. I tried to not blog tonight, but writing is my thing. I felt drawn to my computer, so I thought a quick update couldn’t hurt! Until next time…
Some say Peeps are the best Easter candy. For me, it’s all about the chocolate bunny!
Getting ready to dye eggs
Our around the house egg hunt!
Letting the chickens have some free range moments. They are getting so big. They are close to moving out of the garage and into their own home.
Easter baskets this year included: a Lego set, book, pajamas, Hot Wheels and a chocolate bunny in a Frozen Fever basket. These boys were thrilled!
Look at that face! It’s the best!
Grateful I took our Easter pictures at the beginning of the month since Owen woke up with pink eye on Easter Sunday.
Spending Easter at the walk-in clinic