Stomach Flus and Head Lice

Two words: Stomach Flu

Two more words: Head Lice

These four words in tandem should never be even remotely a possibility.  These four words put together should never be contained in the same calendar week.  Maybe maybe in the same decade.  Possibly  in the same year.  But never ever ever in the same week.  There should be some universal law that such a thing cannot be.

But alas, they sure can and since I last wrote both of these unpleasant friends have taken a toll on our family.  Let’s pretend for a second that my nights don’t still consist of hourly feedings…we’ll pretend.  The “just laid my head back on my pillow” moment at 2:00 a.m. that was promptly followed by the sound of my son throwing up in bed, that was special.  The 7:30 a.m. desperate wake up call “honey please get up, I got the bug” that was even specialer.  I think teaching my Thursday morning class with the foggy haze of my own sickness about to hit, that was specialest.

Few days later I literally started my day with this prayer…

“Lord, I feel overwhelmed today.  I feel like I have 10,000 things to get done and only two hands and three hours to do them with.  I also feel burdened when I have this long list of “to do’s” and yet a beautiful list of kids who want my love and attention too.  God please multiply my minutes today and give me a Mary heart.”

Fast forward three hours later…LICE.  &^@*&#*(!@*&!@*^#&*@&#^(!*@&!#^@*  (this is not cussing, this is the explosion that happened in my brain).

There went my to do list.

There went any semblance of structure.

There went my sanity.

And so, you know me by now I think.  Since God did not choose that day to take me up to Heaven, though I prayed and prayed that He would, but since He didn’t I have got to find a way to survive this.  There…has…got…to…be…a…way.

This is one of my most favorite things we do together each year...go to the pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins and enjoy all things fall.  It was especially precious to me having Sammy with us this year.  Would you believe that the dumb dishes left in the sink and mess in the kitchen was distracting me away from this beautifulness!  I was so mad at myself, who cares about a mess??  Apparently I do...too much.
This is one of my most favorite things we do together each year…go to the pumpkin patch to pick out pumpkins and enjoy all things fall. It was especially precious to me having Sammy with us this year. Would you believe that the dumb dishes left in the sink and mess in the kitchen was distracting me away from this beautifulness! I was so mad at myself, who cares about a mess?? Apparently I do…too much.
Also, this happened.  He is "blue yoshi" in case you were wondering.  He is prob going to hate me someday for posting this, but that is the price he paid when he rolled his blue self around on my carpet.  Gah, again with the caring!  What's wrong with me????
Also, this happened. He is “blue yoshi” in case you were wondering. He is prob going to hate me someday for posting this, but that is the price he paid when he rolled his blue self around on my carpet. Gah, again with the caring! What’s wrong with me????

This is me, twiddling my fingers wondering how I am going to survive this all.  Whatever the this all is for you, I’m sure you understand right?  We all have our this all’s don’t we?  Please tell me we do, that I am not alone on my island of stomach flus and lice! (i mean does any island sound worse right now, I think not)

This Mary and Martha thing kept playing around in my head.  Interesting to me because Martha was cooking dinner and cleaning not picking out nits and lysoling the house.  But because it kept coming to me I went to it.  Here is what I found:

As Jesus and the disciple were on there way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him.  She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.  But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made.  She came to him and asked, ‘Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself?  Tell her to help me!’  

‘Martha, Martha,’ The Lord answered, ‘you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed -or indeed only one.  Mary has chosen what is better and it will not be taken from her.'”  Luke 10:38-42

Insert Maria version re-write

“As Jesus continued through his ministry, he came to a home that welcomed Him longingly in.  The Furloughs welcomed Him in.  There were five beautiful children, a loving husband, and a cra cra Mommy named Maria.  Maria was constantly distracted by all that had to be done.  She came to Jesus and said, ‘Lord, didn’t you hear what I asked??  I asked for my to-do list to go away not get longer!  Don’t you care I am losing my mind?  Please give me a break today!’

‘Maria…Ma…ri…a,’ the Lord answered, ‘you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed-or indeed only one.  Please, get your eyes off the list and on to me.’

Insert jaw dropping face of Maria promptly followed up with an attempt at some sympathy.

‘But the…!’ Maria inserts…

‘Nope, no buts,’

“But the this and the that and the that and the this!  How can I do it all!”  Maria exclaims.

“You can’t.  Isn’t that why you invited me in?”  

That dern Jesus, He’s just always right.

I can’t make it all go away.  I can’t fix it all or make yucky things never happen.  And to me it seemed impossible to ignore it all.  But then I go back to the Mary and Martha story.  That girl Mary, she sat on her hiney and planted right in front of Jesus while the world swirled around her.  And Jesus didn’t say ‘Martha, give her a second she’ll be in to clean in a minute.”  To me that would have been the more reasonable, sensical answer.  Jesus just said, straight out, she chose what was better.

That’s what I am figuring out.  How to let myself just be.  Under achieve and over Jesus.   Kill the lice, get over the sickness, and back to Jesus.  Food on the table, kids in the car, back to Jesus.  Coffee with a friend, trip to the doctor, back to Jesus.  Instead of (deep inhaling breath in)…

Nurse the baby, change poopy diaper, help child fix dropped and broken school project, find shoes, find more shoes, where are the keys, grab bagel, GET COFFEE, drop one kid off, drop off other kid, answer text, check email, check work email, make phone call (all in front seat of car outside of preschool), dial up doc for well baby visit, groceries, mail, sports sign-ups, back to school, missed workout class, did I even eat lunch?, back to other school, answer text, make snacks, kill lice, shower 45 times….fast forward until 10pm.

Jesus where the heck were you today????   I needed you!”

“Um, hello.  You were ignoring me.”

Oh,

right.

Bring on the Mary.  I’m ready.

2 thoughts on “Stomach Flus and Head Lice

  1. Oh my word! That is seriously not fair. Lice has to be one of the Devil’s greatest inventions. Loved how you brought it back around to our Jesus. Thankful He is so patient with us.

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