Throwing up is the best ab work out.
On Tuesday I told Wyatt I needed root beer. But he was on his way out to a meeting.
So I text Leslee. Please bring me MUG rootbeer.
How soon did I need it? She asked.
She came right down. She didn’t mention that she (who is 20 weeks pregnant) was sick, or that her baby, Oaklee was sick too. She came, bearing rootbeer AND gummyworms. She stayed to visit, getting me my drinks, helping my kids, while I lay, helpless in the chair.
On Friday I finally caved, and called Kellie to tell her the good news. For some reason I had been resisting this. And even though she had been asking for a few weeks, I kept lying, and insisting Wyatt lie. We’re not pregnant!!!
But on Friday I had an “I can do this!” moment, and I called Kellie to tell her the news. She laughed and congratulated me, and we talked for a few minutes about the very poor job I had done in covering it up (“You only drink Gatorade when your pregnant!” she told me). Finally, I had to excuse myself to go . . . throw up.
A half hour later I heard a timid knock on the door, then Kellie letting herself in, telling the kids to be quiet and not bother me. She had come to clean my house.
I got up to protest . . . the house hasn’t been cleaned – like cleaned, in nearly three weeks! I wasn’t sure what she would find! She just laughed me off, and in her Kellie way, took over. An hour and a half later she left with my house spotless. 24 hours later, and the house is still in pretty good shape. It makes me feel better.
Last weekend Wyatt ventured out with the kids to the dollar store for some Christmas shopping. (Very brave to go to the dollar store with all the kids during the Christmas season if you ask me!)
All week long the kids have asked to wrap presents, but we haven’t really been up to it.
Today Wyatt straightened his shoulders and went to work. “Do you want to help?” he asked. I emphatically shook my head no. (I was in the middle of a very bad wave). So he took the kids, one by one, into the art room to wrap the presents for they had chosen for their friends and siblings. I finally ventured in during Everett’s turn, and watched in awe as Wyatt wrapped each gift per Everett’s instructions, writing the tags, and taping down the paper.
At one point he commented that I must be laughing inside. But I wasn’t laughing. I was in complete admiration for his efforts on behalf of our children. He was so sweet wrapping the little gifts, one by one, for all of Everett’s little girl friends (of which he has many) and patiently distributing gifts into piles.
So many people are so wonderful to me and my family. And I really appreciate it. When I feel better, I am going to have a serious celebration of these people!!