It Is So Typical!

I have every intention of keeping up this blog. My kids don't seem to understand this as they take my energy each and every day. I need to work harder on reserving the energy to sit down and write . . . but wait, if I work harder then I will be taking the energy I would need and . . . whatever . . .

Last entry, the kids were sick. This entry, the kids are sick. It is pretty standard when you have four kids. Odds are in our favor that at any given time there will be an illness in our family. In addition, when one kid gets ill and passes it around the family the average incubation period of the virus pretty much guarantees that it will be one month until we are well for three days, when the next virus is brought home from school, the store, Tae Kwon Do practice, etc.

Since life goes on, so do we. Tonight as I was sweeping, hunched over my broom with half a broomstick (Josh recently broke it while attempting to tight-rope-walk), I was pondering the importance of finding the blessings amidst the burdens. Sick kids mean lots of cuddle time, an excuse to watch movies, a reason to not have to worry about homework. Spongebob really does take on a new meaning at 3am while you sit with your asthmatic son and wait for him to finish his breathing treatment.
But consider me crazy, I would kind of like a span of time where the medicine bottles do not line my counter. We are so close to dedicating a waiting room bench in the doctor's office to our family.

So, I used my half-broom to sweep the dust, and cheerios, and unidentifiable objects into the dustpan, which is actually much easier with a shorter broom handle, and I realized that each illness brings me another chance to let my kids know how they are loved and cared for. I can say this because I make sure that they do not hear the language I speak under my breath when I have taken a temperature only to realize that, yes, there is another fever in the house.