This has not been one of our better weeks. The twins have not "bounced" back from their flu bug like they usually do. They haven't wanted to eat much, or drink a whole lot, or do any of their usual activities. So, they haven't colored on the table, or scooped out laundry detergent, or dumped all the Barbies, Polly Pockets and all their clothes and accessories on the floor. On the other hand, I've been sitting on the couch and holding my pathetic children on the couch for much of the time. They are too tired to even sit upright. While we haven't been making a lot of messes, I'm not exactly keeping up with anything. There is a literal mountain of laundry in the laundry room waiting to be washed and another that needs to be folded. If I try to go do something, I hear, "I miss you, Mommy," which is code for "Please come and hold me."
Today I took the twins with me visiting teaching this morning, and when we got home Maddie started complaining that her tummy hurt. She was squirming and writhing, and then started throwing up again. (So sorry, Rachel! I didn't know we were sick....) Even after we had clearly exhausted her stomach contents, she was writhing and crying that her tummy hurt. So I called our doctor's office and they were full up for the day. Same story for the other two local clinics. So then I called Ryan, who called a friend who is a PA, who called me and then talked to someone else and a half hour later, I got a call from our doctor's office saying they would see Maddie at 3 pm.
I am so thankful for our friends and our (church) ward.
Long story short, I got anti-nausea medication for Maddie.
Ryan and I had set up a babysitter for tonight. We were going to go out for dinner and then a parent meeting for our school district. I thought we would be cancelling and so had done nothing to fix the messy house situation that had developed. Ryan convinced me that as Maddie was done puking and was just being a blob, so we could still go out to dinner.
I made a half-hearted attempt to pick up the living room and kitchen, and made the kids dinner. Just the ones who would be eating anyway. And while Ryan was running to the store with Annie, our babysitter was dropped off by her Spanish speaking mom who was interested in looking at our house and asked, through her daughter to see the house.
So we looked at our cluttered living room, dish covered counters in the kitchen, luckily the toy room was clean from disuse, the twins' room carpet was rolled back so it couldn't be barfed on and one mattress was on the floor in the living room, Emma and Elizabeth's backpacks were dumped right inside the door so you had to kick those out of the way to see Emma's drawers not pushed in, and the crowning touch was the mountain of laundry on my unmade bed.
See, nice house, right?