Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ash Wednesday

It's Ash Wednesday, but there are no ashes on my forehead.  I woke up this morning with a sore throat and have felt worse as the day progressed, which might have been caused by the fever I realized I had. So while my husband wrangles kids and sings at Mass, I'm home with the wild child (a.k.a The Worst --though possibly cutest-- Baby in the World).  An atypical beginning to the Lenten season -- although, I've actually never had a "typical" Lent, so I'm not sure what that would be like.

For one thing, ever since we started keeping Lent, I've been pregnant or nursing. So wholesale fasting hasn't worked out too well. In our first Lent, we arrived in England a few days before Ash Wednesday and returned home on Palm Sunday. Nothing quite so crazy since then, but never normal.

I miss not being at the Ash Wednesday service. I love the feeling of the liturgical start to the new season. However, I suppose sucking up those small sufferings and frustrations are what one does in Lent, so I begin now with this one (and the crying, angry baby, who didn't want to be left behind when everyone else walked out the door).

Friday, February 10, 2012

The Hazards of Siblings

Though the great sickness is at least at a standstill, the three year old collapsed onto the sofa for an early nap. I caught her brother racing cars down the tempting incline of her back.

Quick Takes


--1--

My youngest child shall hence forth be known as Vector. In other words, he was the cause of bringing illness into the house this week.

Beware of any child who suddenly gets cuddly. On Monday night, he curled up in my lap as I sat in the rocking chair. A few moments later, he leaned over and doused me thoroughly in the contents of his stomach.
Miserable Tuesday morning with further stomach emptying episodes, by evening he was back to his normal climbing, into everything deviltry. 

--2--

Wednesday was the calm before the storm. At almost precisely 1 a.m. on Thursday, my oldest daughter came down to report that my three year old had thrown up all over herself and her bed. Bathtime, laundry and a pallet in my room proceeded. An hour or so later, the oldest brought herself down. More sheets to wash.  

We were up the rest of the night holding bowls for sick girls, emptying bowls and switching stuff from the washer to the dryer. Some how getting three loads of laundry done before 5 a.m. doesn't really make one feel efficient and productive.

--3--

As the night wore on, my stomach starting hurting and my head started spinning. I begged in a half awake way to at least make it until actual morning before getting sick myself. Will power or grace kept me going. I didn't get sick until 8 or 9. I was sure before then that it was coming though. I'd walked into the kitchen after that sleepless night and thought that coffee sounded like the worst thing in the world. Since I consider my morning cup of coffee near unto ambrosia after a normal night of sleep, this wasn't a good sign. Although I was wiped out and exhausted all day, the worst past very quickly, thank goodness.

--4--

During my bout of misery, a friend happened to post this link on Facebook. Nothing in there that I think is ridiculous to try during a stomach bug, but honestly -- the plural of anecdote is not evidence, as my husband likes to say. While her family sipped black tea and took charcoal tablets, and got better in 12-24 hours, mine sipped ginger ale and nibbled saltines, and got better in 12-24 hours. No proof as to why some people got sicker than others nor why it ended when it did.  Whole, natural foods are good, and I wouldn't recommend a permanent diet of ginger ale and saltines, but it didn't make us sicker or induce a longer lasting misery either. So when you get sick, eat what makes you feel better and return to a normal diet when you do.

--5--

Today, no one new is sick, although I'm a bit suspicious of those who haven't gotten it yet.  I think it will be a good day to continue our Renaissance movie fest and watch The Agony and the Ecstasy. Charlton Heston and Rex Harrison. Awesome. They have movie days in school, why shouldn't we?

--6--

My week has been too taken up with illness to come up with seven of these. So this will have to be it. Stay away from sick people.

Quick Takes at Betty Beguiles this week.

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

Reasons Against Cultural Education

As part of our study of the Renaissance, the kids watched Taming of the Shrew the other day. Now my seven year old is chasing her big sister around yelling, "Wretch! Wretch! Vile Wretch!"

No word on what the older sister did to offend on this occasion, nor as to why the younger sister feels such an affinity for Katherine.
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