Children & Chocolate and Other Paths to God

Last Sunday my husband came down with the flu and slept for two whole days. By Tuesday, I had a raging fever and a feeling like there was an elephant sitting on my chest all day. I thought we were both doing better by Thursday, but by Friday afternoon, all four of us had fevers, nasty coughs, and various stomach ailments.

So much for Easter.

The grandmothers don’t want to set foot in my house, and I don’t blame them. My mom went to Wegman’s this morning and picked up some prepared foods (some kind of lemon chicken thing) so hubby and I could eat something nicer than tea and toast for dinner tonight. My mother in law offered to pick up anything we needed, provided she could drop it off on our doorstep without touching anything.

Overall, I think the kids fare better with these kinds of things. As soon as they’re both on Motrin, they’re crawling and running around like they’re fine. Which is both good and bad - I’m happy they’re feeling better, but I don’t have the energy to keep up with them right now and they’re too contagious to take anywhere. And if I watch one more episode of Micky Mouse Clubhouse I’m going to lose my mind.

I just wish it was warm enough to open some windows and air this place out. I feel like we’re suffocating in our own germs. Easter is typically associated with springtime, so I whisper quietly to God - “Um, not to rush you because you know what’s best and all, but any day now would be just fine for spring to begin…”

Thank goodness the Easter bunny shopped early this year. Now in my Theraflu haze I just have to remember where I stashed everything…

Best wishes everyone, for a blessed Easter and let’s pray for spring to get here soon!