A weekend like no other!

A weekend away! An adult weekend away. The kids were taken care of. Nana and Poppi were on duty from Thursday night till Sunday whenever we got home! It was gonna be FUN! It was gonna be relaxing. It was going to be.......(insert record scratching and nice music halting.....)


Here's Leslie and I....shopping.


Here's Chris, myself, Leslie and Luke with our toes in the sand.
That is...until Tuesday evening when a stomach bug (and ear infection) entered my home. Not just any stomach bug. A vicious, doesn'twannaleave, gonnagetyouall stomach bug. 2:30am Wednesday morning, it got Joss. Poor baby! I have never seen a baby so young throw up like that. 2:30 Wednesday afternoon, it gets Jax. This child is just like his mama. HATES to throw up. He was miserable. We think that's it. Recovery mode begins. Beach trip salvaged. Until 3:00 am Thursday morning. Daddy-O is hit. I guess adults are worse. Their poor old muscles can't take the convulsing. He needs a little more recovery time. He tries. Oh how he tries to be ok for the beach. But to no avail. We cancel the trip. We decide to spend time with the besties here. We can still have fun, right. Yep, that is until 2:30 am Saturday morning. Camron is hit. This child amazes me. He throws up, then smiles, then throws up some more. At this point I know it's only a matter of time until poor Caden goes down. Last night, around 7ish, it gets to him. He is just a mess. Up every hour last night. Everyone wakes up seemingly ok today. Camron even takes a few bites of oatmeal. Unfortunately we saw it again. I am praying we are on the road to recovery. It is so hard to see your babies so sick. I am praying if this bug gets to me, I can fight it off quickly. So here are some real pictures of my actual weekend, which yes, has been a weekend like no other!


I have used these so much my hands are dry. They have been my best friend this weekend!


My poor Cam-Cam. The bug has taken him down the longest. Bless his heart!


Sweet baby Joss. She slept most of the day Wednesday and Thursday. She.was.pitiful

With all this said, I have to say, my first instinct on Friday when I realized we weren't going to make it to the beach was "Man, that devil is really doing everything he can to keep me here and keep me from this wonderful weekend we had planned." (Notice the ME, ME, ME....yikes) Only to realize Saturday morning that it wasn't the devil interfering in my plans at all. It was my Good Lord, keeping me here to care for my babies. He knew they would need me. He knew I needed to be home with them to wipe their tears, rub their backs while they threw up, and rub their hurt bellies while they tried to sleep.
Ironic that I was thinking that I was going to get a few full nights of uninterrupted sleep this weekend and instead I have probably slept less than I did when Joss first came home! ALL THINGS JOY, right?!?!
So I'll leave you with a quote from the brilliant Ann Voskamp:
"Humbly let go. Let go of trying to do, let go of trying to control, let go of my own way, let go of my own fears. Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy's fire. Leave the hand open and be. Be at peace. Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because He only gives love and whisper a surprised thanks. This is the fuel for joy's flame. Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will."