Typical Monday......other then the lights flickering off randomly throughout the house. We continue to replace lightbulbs, but they can find nothing wrong with the electric. Not terribly unusual, things are always wrong with a house. So, Lydia eats lunch, Lydia goes down for her nap. That was the last typical thing that has happened in almost a week. Lydia woke up from her Monday nap and proceeded to projectile vomit all over myself and Kayla. So, Kayla misses dance class, and clean-up on isle 'Lydia' commences. Now, mind you, Alan was in bed this same day, sick with cluster headaches, which would be diagnosed on Wednesday.
Okay, back to Monday, so Lydia cannot hold anything down and continues to vomit. She refuses to eat or drink. I feverishly make phone calls, trying to find a replacement mommy helper for Kayla's preschool on Tuesday. By 7pm, Lydia is like a sac of potatoes. I call the doctor and they send us to the ER. Lydia is given IV fluids for several hours for dehydration due to stomach flu. We are sent home once she finally pees, somewhere around 1:30am on Tuesday morning.
Tuesday is spent with Alan still in bed sick, and Lydia attempting to begin recovery. The plumber comes to look at the water, which is turning browner by the day. It turns out we need a new hot water tank. Okay, so the house isn't doing so well, either.
Wednesday Alan goes to the doctor to learn of his headaches.
Thursday morning.....Kayla and I wake up and spend the early part of the morning over the toilet...sick with the stomach flu. Poor Alan, who is just barely recovering, has the girls all day while I literally sleep through Thursday and into Friday.
Friday....I wake up feeling groggy but better. Kayla seems okay. I go in to get Lydia up...who is covered in vomit and diarrhea. So, Lydia seems to be back at ground zero and back on fluids. Alan goes to work.
Saturday morning.....I wake up to find Alan gone. When I get down stairs it looks as if he has spent some time on the couch. He is in the downstairs bathroom....with the stomach flu. He will be spending the day upstairs in bed again.
Lydia and I begin unloading the dishwasher, and as I open the silverware drawer, I notice bunches of little brown pellets in the drawer.....'No, you have got to be kidding me'....I close the drawer, and open it again. They are still there. I look closer. 'No, you have got to be kidding me'. A family of mice has apparently moved into the kitchen and pooped in all my drawers. And in the pantry, as well, I discover later on that morning. Now, my Saturday is spent washing dishes, santizing drawers, caring for Alan - again - monitoring the girls, cleaning up mouse poop. Saturday afternoon, Alan calls me upstairs. I take his temperature, call the doctor, and he is off to the ER for fluids due to dehydration from the stomach flu. While he is at the ER, I continue to sanitize the kitchen from mouse poop. Oh, and Kayla has a diarrhea explosion. (Did I also mention that both Kayla and Lydia on totally separate occasions, both pooped in the bathtub this same week?) (Did I also mention that on Monday, Lydia managed to coat herself in yogurt, and on Saturday, Kayla coated herself in red jello?) Minor details.
So, it is Saturday night, and everyone is peacefully asleep, accept for the mice, who I can hear running around in my kitchen behind the closed drawers (hopefully eating the poisonous pellets I left for them:)).
I have learned alot this week. And these are in no particular order. TV doesn't always exxagerate. I never would have believed a week like this could actually happen if it had not just happened to me. God is good...all the time. My eternal perspective has kept the smile on my face. There is no mouse poop in heaven:). I have grown alot because of Christ's work in my life, I am already laughing at the events of a week that has not yet ended. I truly can do anything through Christ who strengthens me, this week is proof enough. Alan and I have a marriage that can last through anything that comes our way, and that is because of Christ. My dog is dumber than I thought, she is more concerned about the squirrel on the other side of the brick than the mice within our own four walls!
I leave with a quote from my four-year-old, Kayla, who is never at a loss for words:
"Mommy, its not the mice's faults.....they are just looking for somewhere to go poopy."
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