Waiting

I've always felt like the waiting that occurs before a dreaded event is often worse than the event itself.

For example, the weeks leading up to Jon's first deployment were terrible. We were both filled with anxiety about what was to come. We didn't know what life would be like for either of us. We weren't sure exactly when the unit would leave. Every week for about 6 weeks, we were told "this is the week." It was insane. But ... after he finally left, the focus changed to getting through the deployment, writing letters, etc. It was definitely very hard, but not as terrible as those weeks before he left.

I felt the same way after I had Landon. I think I cried almost the entire time my mom and sister were here helping me that first week. I just kept repeating, "How am I going to do this when you leave? How will I take care of two? I'm never going to be able to do it!" And guess what ... my first day by myself was great.

So ... want to know what I'm waiting on now?

I'm such a wimp.

On Thursday, this guy woke up vomiting. Yuck. He only did it once, though, and seemed to be feeling much better for the rest of the day. I thought it was just some sort of fluke.



Today, this guy threw up ALL day. And he was either on my lap or in my arms each time. Double Yuck.


So, now I'm waiting for my turn. I HATE stomach viruses. I know most mothers would say, "I would rather be sick myself than see my child sick." I am not one of those mothers ... not when it comes to throwing up. Better you than me. Know what I'm sayin?

The worst part about the stomach flu when you are a mom is that first you get to clean up everyone else's vomit, then you get to vomit yourself ... while you are still responsible for taking care of everyone else.

LORD, please SPARE ME!!!! (Just FYI ... I actually prayed this at dinner and Jon told me not to get mad at God if he didn't come through on this one -- like it might just be too tough for him. I was like -- Seriously, dude? It's GOD!)