When it rains...

When it rains....it freaking pours. Wednesday was a rough day. The day just dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. But there was light at the end of the tunnel because I was getting my hair done. My hair took three hours! Way longer than I had anticipated. But anyways, Tom and I still had a nice relaxing night before Thanksgiving. We were cleaning and heading up to bed when all of the sudden I heard a blood curdling cry from Finn. I went into his room and saw he had a huge pile of throw up in his bed. Oh great I thought. I was cleaning up and getting ready to move his mattress into our room by the bathroom when Jack started freaking out saying his throat hurt. I just thought he was over reacting so I gave him some water. 5 seconds later he was hurling his dinner over the side rails of the bunk bed. Jack slept on his mattress in the hallway, Finn slept on his mattress at the end of our bed. Jack seemed totally fine after he threw up. Finn continued to throw up multiple times that night. Our Thanksgiving was a blur. Jack seemed to be perfectly healthy for the most part, so Tom took him and Leo to my parent's house for some turkey. Tom came home a few hours later and I got to go over there for the leftovers. Long story somewhat short, Finn was puking well into late Thursday night, early Friday morning. Leo developed pink eye, no shocker there. I did about a bazillion loads of laundry. Went through an entire bottle of lysol and had sympathy nausea all freaking weekend.

There is nothing worse than seeing your kids sick in any way shape or form. But it got me thinking, I deal with these things a handful of times throughout the year. Think of all the people who deal with their children's major illnesses, not just stomach bugs all year long. I cannot imagine seeing any of my babies in a hospital on IVs dealing with things that I can't even fathom. So as much as I hate the stomach bug and pink eye and nasty colds, deep down I know I shouldn't complain because we have got it good compared to so many others. It makes my heart hurt just thinking about how badly I was feeling for myself this past week. But to be honest, it was a brutal, brutal week and I'm glad I can start over this week. I just wish sleep would be in my near future. Seriously it's UNREAL around here. And don't even get me started on the terrible three's. I forgot how unbelievably terrible they are. Finn whined/cried for two hours straight this morning. That is NOT an exaggeration.

Happy Monday!