Bad jokes, little fires.

Bad jokes, little fires.

So two shaved fingertips, strep throat and flu A walk into a bar…

 

I wish I was joking but you know what? I’m not! Lance and I were smooth riding with tanning hides for bbt and shipping out for FDH when God, the universe, the divine in all of its all knowingness put a big fat fluorescent red stop sign in front of us. There’s always a reason, I find, for this, whether it be to stop for growth or just simply rest. One way or another, God has his ways! I’m grateful in any case.  

    Flu A is no joke man. Think of pretty much every symptom and that’s flu A, a very toned down version compared to when we caught Covid back in 2020. One day, before lance got sick, I got up from feverish hibernation to use the bathroom. Passing the playroom, I see lance cleaning up our three year old’s throw up (also sick), when I see the toilet full to the brim with just water. I come out and say “hey what’s wrong with the toilet” and lance is standing with one foot slightly in the air calling for baby wipes because he stepped in our youngest Doberman’s poop (who is potty training). The toddlers crying in the background. Dog’s barking. His fingers are shaved off. He stepped in poop while trying to clean up vomit. He turns to me with a “completely done” look. I crack a smile, he cracks a smile. I throw some baby wipes and a thumbs up and rush off to unclog the bathroom toilet. Yeah, everyday feels like vacation with this guy even when we’re busy putting out one fire after another.

 We got caught up on sleep, well I did. Lance only let the flu take him on the polar express for one day. He burritoed himself in two blankets and shook like my old red Hyundai on the interstate going above 60 mph, and for those of you that don’t know… that’s uh, not good. Lance, (stubborn as ever!) refused to be sick, woke up the next morning went back to work, full feaux hawk and all. The kids are resilient, all of us still with lingering coughs but recovering well. You know, it wouldn’t be the holidays without at least one sickness. Joys of having school aged babies. All of whom I am so grateful for this, and every Thanksgiving.

By the way, thank you for catching up on The WIFE’s newsletter, we are so thankful for your support and your friendship.

Happy Thanksgiving from our family to yours. ♥️

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