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Sniffles and Silver

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We have been battling the flu/cold/sinus/croup yuck thing around here since Wednesday. I am over it. I am no dummy. This is not my first trip to the rodeo. I am the mom of a "mega-family" and we do things big here, including sickness. Sooo a cold or flu in a regular family might take a couple of days or even a week to run it's course. That is usually not the case here. By the time kid A and usually kid B are feeling better, kids C & D are starting up only to be followed by kids E,F,G,H and I. Throw in a husband and inevitably me, and you have sickness Hough-style. You are looking at a minimum of 2 weeks on lockdown. Fingers crossed, hands folded and a lot of Lysol and Clorox wipes to get through. Yuck, yuck yuck!!

But part of my Lenten challenge that I have given to myself is to be less negative and to seek for the good in all things. I know that it sounds kind of cheesy, but I need to refocus. So often I find myself being pulled down by the negative. I am easily sucked into badness which makes for a crabby mom. Not who I want to be.  I need to look for the happy and good or at least something beyond the bad. It might not always be apparent right away. In fact it usually takes a little bit of time and distance, but it's still there, the silver lining if you will.

So, in my search for the silver lining, I was drowning in kleenexes and lysol. I was starting to feel sorry for myself. Poor mommy, stuck at home with the little sickies. Wah, wah. And then I looked at Jonathan who was, for the first time all day, content. We were snuggled in the recliner under my big warm fleece blanket slowly rocking. He was sucking his fingers and I could feel his breathing slow down. I glanced down and he was sound asleep. I leaned down and kissed his soft fuzzy head, inhaling the scent of vicks. Here was the silver lining. My rambunctious, active, soon-to-be 2 year old hasn't sat down for more than 30 seconds in months and here he was snuggled in my arms, sound asleep. Ahhh, my baby was still a baby, at least for a few minutes and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

After a good night sleep, he is feeling better. He is still running a fever and sounds terrible and his nose...ugh, his nose is reminding me of a snot fountain. (Sorry, it's gross, I know. But I speak only the truth!) He is, however running around with Aiden and Noah. He is fully armed with a nerf gun and a backpack full of "guys." I have had to chase him and pin him down to wipe his nose. Another silver lining, returning health. Prayers for the end of this sickness, but either way, I'm going to look for the silver in the snuggles and the cuddles. A mom can't ask for anything more than that!



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Monday, February 18, 2013

Sniffles and Silver

We have been battling the flu/cold/sinus/croup yuck thing around here since Wednesday. I am over it. I am no dummy. This is not my first trip to the rodeo. I am the mom of a "mega-family" and we do things big here, including sickness. Sooo a cold or flu in a regular family might take a couple of days or even a week to run it's course. That is usually not the case here. By the time kid A and usually kid B are feeling better, kids C & D are starting up only to be followed by kids E,F,G,H and I. Throw in a husband and inevitably me, and you have sickness Hough-style. You are looking at a minimum of 2 weeks on lockdown. Fingers crossed, hands folded and a lot of Lysol and Clorox wipes to get through. Yuck, yuck yuck!!

But part of my Lenten challenge that I have given to myself is to be less negative and to seek for the good in all things. I know that it sounds kind of cheesy, but I need to refocus. So often I find myself being pulled down by the negative. I am easily sucked into badness which makes for a crabby mom. Not who I want to be.  I need to look for the happy and good or at least something beyond the bad. It might not always be apparent right away. In fact it usually takes a little bit of time and distance, but it's still there, the silver lining if you will.

So, in my search for the silver lining, I was drowning in kleenexes and lysol. I was starting to feel sorry for myself. Poor mommy, stuck at home with the little sickies. Wah, wah. And then I looked at Jonathan who was, for the first time all day, content. We were snuggled in the recliner under my big warm fleece blanket slowly rocking. He was sucking his fingers and I could feel his breathing slow down. I glanced down and he was sound asleep. I leaned down and kissed his soft fuzzy head, inhaling the scent of vicks. Here was the silver lining. My rambunctious, active, soon-to-be 2 year old hasn't sat down for more than 30 seconds in months and here he was snuggled in my arms, sound asleep. Ahhh, my baby was still a baby, at least for a few minutes and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

After a good night sleep, he is feeling better. He is still running a fever and sounds terrible and his nose...ugh, his nose is reminding me of a snot fountain. (Sorry, it's gross, I know. But I speak only the truth!) He is, however running around with Aiden and Noah. He is fully armed with a nerf gun and a backpack full of "guys." I have had to chase him and pin him down to wipe his nose. Another silver lining, returning health. Prayers for the end of this sickness, but either way, I'm going to look for the silver in the snuggles and the cuddles. A mom can't ask for anything more than that!



1 Comments:

At February 18, 2013 at 11:49 AM , Blogger Lori said...

Great, as usual, my dear friend! <3

 

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