Today is officially our day of Return to a Sense of Normalcy. At least, I’m hoping hoping hoping it is.
It’s been wild around here. Our church has just added a second service (‘contemporary’, for lack of a better word) and the first two weeks were awesome in the most literal sense of the word. But as you can imagine, it has also been a lot of time and alot of work and a lot of anxiety for the pastors. To put it mildly.
And then <BIG ANNOUNCEMENT>, it has been officially announced that Devo has come to the end of his (NINE YEAR!!!) tenure as youth pastor here and he is going to transition to a new position. To be very clear…same church, new position. It’s not exactly clear yet just what the new position will be, but all the options look promising.
And it’s all great and going to be great, but that, also, obviously, has taken lots of time and work and anxiety. To put it mildly.
Devo and I fell into the habit of having serious conversations…several hours after a normal bedtime. And then he’d often work some more after that. I pretty much threw up my hands and let our daily life run very very loosely. If we were going to be in a time of fluctuation and change, then by George, we were going to embrace fluctuation and change. Besides, otherwise we might never have seen Devo if we hadn’t arranged ourselves somewhat around the 15 minutes here and there we could see him.
So there was the new service launch, followed by week of prayer at the academy, and it was all pushing us right to the very brink of insanity when the girls and I came down with the stomach flu Thursday night.
It wasn’t pretty.
WARNING :: GROSS SUBJECT MATTER…skip bulleted items if possessing of weak stomach…
Some thoughts after a night and a day of a stomach bug ::
- Words for vomiting are actually pretty cool :: vomit, emesis, puke, throw up, hurl, retch, up chuck, barf.
- I have never before shared an emesis basin with another before, but it’s quite a bonding experience. And that’s what happens when the chain reaction is set off and there are only two receptacles for three people.
- I love how encouraged Lia was every time it became evident that another person had joined her in sickness, it really cheered her up. Guess misery really does love company.
- I heard it said once that you know kids are “big” when they can make it down the hall to throw up in the toilet all by themselves. I guess Lia’s a big girl now.
- Premarital counseling question #657 – Who will take care of children when they have the stomach flu? Does anyone have a weak stomach that would preclude them from Puke Support Duty?
- Devo’s week of prayer theme was “7-Up”…What’s Up, Fess Up, Own Up, Listen Up, Stand Up, Show Up. And Friday he facebooked that he had indeed completed the 7th “up” … throw up. Hahaha.
I was so thankful we are a one career family and I had nothing else to do but take care of my family. Oh, and survive.
Friday we recovered, Sabbath we were raring to go again, and then Saturday night Lia’s stomach rebelled against the day’s culinary offerings. And her stubborn streak made one of its (blessedly) rare appearances. She planted herself next to the toilet and refused to budge.
She was determined to spend the night at the toilet, and yes she was very comfortable, thank you very much.
And she did look quite comfortable. And I did think seriously about letting her just stay there and go get some sleep myself. But I just couldn’t do it, so after a couple of hours (and a number of chapters in my book), I finally coaxed her off her perch and we snuggled together on the couch, our handy puke bowl ever at the ready.
And lest that sound too calm and nurturing, I think I ran out of calm and nurturing some time around 1am, and was ready to plead with tears and threats…but luckily was not driven to do so. That would have been a mess, wouldn’t it? I can just see myself whimpering, limping in to wake Devo up and beg him to rescue me, puke notwithstanding, with Lia crying hysterically as she clings to the toilet.
It could have happened. It very nearly did.
We survived the night. We survived the week. We survived the last month.
And now I’m hoping that we are shifting back into a normal life.
Please. Please. Pleeeeeeeeeease.