... and has been making an ever-growing mound of laundry for me! Why is it that when that kind of stomach bug hits the family, it comes to the only one who cannot get himself to the toilet!? And, for those of you who don't know, I am puke-a-phobic. Normally, Paul takes care of the puke messes, and I take care of poopy messes. (I consider this a fair trade!!!) But, he has been "down in the back" since Saturday. (For those of you not from Mid-Missouri, that means his back is out of commission).
Paul has scoliosis, and he had a bad fall last month on the ice. His back finally gave out, and now he is confined to a bed or reclining chair. He went to the chiropractor yesterday, and that seemed to help a little. He goes back to the chiropractor tomorrow morning and will find out whether or not he can work this week (a short work week of Thursday-Saturday). Today, he cannot hardly walk still. He did, however, eat at the kitchen table this morning!
Back to Joshua's sickness - I have a lot more laundry to do... sheets, blankets, crib mattress, stuffed animal... Yesterday, I had to go to the laundry mat and spend a small fortune to wash a queen sized comforter that Joshie messed up. The good news, the machine got the comforter very clean!
I told Paul this morning that I think that God intends this episode with Joshua to sanctify me. There are few things harder for me to do than to clean up vomit. And, though it may sound silly to other moms, I literally have to pray for God to give me the ability to do it.