I really don’t even want to talk about this anymore. Well, maybe for just a minute. We had plans to eat pizza with friends on Friday night. It had been 24 hours since Nina had spewed, so we decided we’d go for it. I called Deb at 5:45 p.m to get directions to her house. Left a voicemail. At 5:47, Nina pukes all over the place. In between her 3rd and 4th heave, Deb calls back. We cancel. Bluh.
That’s the last vomiting episode I have to report, thankfully, but the diarrhea continued. I am so stinkin’ sick of cleaning poo off of clothes. A few times, I just couldn’t do it–there was too much. One pair of pants and three onesies ended up in the trash. No explosions since yesterday afternoon. We’ll see what today holds. She now has a cough and runny nose. I really don’t think that’s fair.
I am completely finished talking about this kind of stuff. I’ve already gone too far, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I lost a few readers in light of it.
Got a fun e-mail yesterday. A conversation between one of the women in the MOPS group I spoke to and her husband.
Hubby: “What’s the name of that woman who wrote that book?”
Wife: “The one I’m reading – who came to MOPS on Monday?”
Wife: “Marla, hum, Marla Taviano, I think. Why?”
Hubby: “I want to send her flowers.”
I love the e-mails and stories I’m hearing from this book. The irony of it all is that my own husband has endured nearly an entire week of cleaning up baby messes, lying in bed alone while I rock crying babies and help little girls with fevers, and listening to me cry myself to sleep in self-pity. (But I wasn’t going to talk about that anymore.) He’s starting to roll his eyes when he hears of husbands who are reaping benefits from the book. Not fair, not fair!
Anyway, I’m so glad I decided to give stuff up for Lent this year. It has been such a conscious reminder of Christ’s sacrifice. And Reliving the Passion is wonderful.
Jesus, I want to truly live Your sacrifice this Lenten season. I want to feel the intense pain of losing You to a horrific death on the cross. I want to mourn and grieve You right along with the disciples because my love for You is so real and deep. And then I can truly and fully rejoice on Easter Sunday because my beloved Savior is ALIVE again! Praise You, blessed Jesus! Oh, I want to know and love you more!