Friday, March 17, 2017

What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

There is nothing that strikes fear in my heart like a stomach bug.  Nothing.  I begin dreading and warily watching for it in early fall.  I wash my hands constantly.  I preach to the other people in my family about washing their hands, not putting hands in their mouths, and--for goodness sake--not licking things in public places. (I'm looking at you, Harp.)

Unfortunately, though, all of my efforts were in vain and Aniston came down with it late Sunday night.  Sigh.  We cleaned, we washed hands, we sanitized surfaces.  

All to no avail, because by Tuesday afternoon B and I both had it.  

Now, it's a hardship when one parent is sick.  It throws a wrench in the daily dynamics of the family. But both parents?  

Jesus take the wheel.

This virus was no joke.  We've never been that sick before in our lives.  It was horrible.  Out of complete necessity, B called his mom and asked for help.  She graciously agreed to come help with the girls until bedtime, even though I'm sure she didn't want to (because who in their right mind would?!) and knew that she was probably sacrificing herself in the process.  

Right before she arrived, Harper got sick.  Life's like that sometimes, isn't it?  Just when you think things can't possibly get any worse, bam!  You've got an eighteen month old crying and throwing up. 

I spent a good bit of time feeling very, very sorry for myself and our miserable situation.

My mother-in-law was an absolute godsend.  I honestly don't know how we would have made it without her.  There is no way in the world we'll ever be able to thank her enough.  No. way.

My mom, meanwhile, dropped a supply of Coke, Gatorade, and Pedialyte on our front porch and ran. Not that I can blame her, because that's exactly how I would have helped had I been in the situation. (Note to my girls: Call your daddy when something like this happens to you one day.  I'll send Coke and pray for you from afar.)

And B?  He's easily the best husband ever.  He's the one who kept us together, who kept things going, who took care of everything that needed to be taken care of.  Me?  I whined.  A lot.  

Even though it didn't look promising at times, we survived.  Things are back to normal here and I am oh so thankful.  Normal is good, and I hope it stays this way for a long, long time.

Sunday, March 12, 2017

A New Car and a Singing Shrimp

Life is going well lately.  We're just humming along in a steady stream of work, homework, dinner, house stuff, repeat.  It would be boring, but it's busy, plus we have two kids and I spend my day with third graders, so boring is never a word I'm comfortable using describing any part of my life.

The biggest thing that has happened in the past couple of weeks is that we bought a new car.  We were pushed over the edge on a warm Saturday that involved both a stroller and a shopping trip, which included going to Sam's.  We realized that we had to have something bigger, or else we were going to lose our minds in the process of going places as a family.  (First world problems, obviously.)  In the search for a larger car, we just couldn't bring ourselves to buy a minivan.  Call it a refusal to accept our current position in life or whatever, but we just couldn't.  So after some research, we settled on a Honda Pilot. We like Hondas, have had great success with them in the past (B's first Civic had over 200,000 miles on it and would still be going, I'm sure, had it not been for a deer), and the Pilots no longer look like boxes.  I was not extremely happy to give up my Accord, which I loved, but, alas, responsibility and practicality won and I'm driving the Pilot.  To compromise, we kept my Accord and traded B's car, but it's now his because I have a four minute drive to work and Honda clearly, ah-hem, stretched the truth a bit when they estimated the gas mileage of the Pilot.

Anyway, the new car is nice and has more bells and whistles, so to speak, than I've ever had before. So many, in fact, that the first morning I drove it I was almost late because I couldn't figure out how to work it.  Which is sad.

But after driving it for a week and a half, it doesn't feel quite so big and I'm more comfortable with it. And it has Sirius radio with a Margaritaville station, so there's that.

On a completely random and unrelated note, there's an ad on Hulu lately for MailChimp. It shows a shrimp (MailShrimp) inside a sandwich (which is just a disgusting thought in general) singing.  A singing, nasty shrimp. It may be the grossest thing I've seen in a long time.  I'm not sure why it's so disturbing, but it makes my skin crawl every time I see it.