So is it just me or does one weeny-teeny sickness in the house result in something like chaos for not only the illness but the few days after? Jonathan and I got a stomach bug on Saturday evening that kept me up through the night and knocked me out for the next day. Papa Peek trucked along as best he could with our unhappy little man on Sunday, and then succumbed to the dastardly critter himself in the wee hours Monday morning. Monday, mostly recovered but still not 100%, I manned the fort, trying to let Chris muddle through his sickness as best he could while keeping Jonathan from wailing in discomfort. Needless to say, I did not whip up a 3, 2 or even one course dinner. Thank you Little Caesars. I also ignored the mounting pile of laundry, the cheerios hiding under the furniture and the dishes slowly accumulating in the sink.
Yesterday our house was a disaster. Jonathan was still not a happy camper, Chris was only moderately better and I felt great. But between the sickies and something that took me out of the house for the afternoon, the ol’ homestead saw no improvement.
So today, with Chris back to work and SAHM life resumed, I begin the real recovery process–getting this house back in order. Blech. I hate how you can work to organize, clean, sort through and plan your home well only for it to be demolished by one microscopic organism waging war against wellness. Even this silly house-wifely frustration can remind me of the gospel:
“For I consider that the sufferings of the present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies.” Romans 8:18-23
At least the corruption of my little part of creation can be good for something.