with Angella Dykstra
I'm a mom of three, a professional accountant, and an amateur photographer and writer. I am not a marriage expert. But my husband and I take "Til death do us part" seriously, and here I'll be sharing how we keep our marriage strong while we both do that insane work-life juggle.
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We’ve had one illness after another in our house for, oh, FOUR WEEKS NOW. At first I was pretty discouraged and frustrated, but now I find it all a little bit humorous. I’m pretty sure that we’ve broken records in the amounts of nasty bodily fluid excretions, and it still keeps happening. The gift that keeps on giving. Or something.
My husband and I have had to alternate days of staying home with whomever was spewing on a particular day and have both spent many evenings catching up on work when the kids are finally in bed. Then, of course, the barf train likes to arrive in the wee hours of the morning. We got into the routine of me comforting the sick child/holding back my daughter’s hair/rinsing out barf buckets/flushing toilets while my husband wiped up the pile of whatever sprayed all over our bedroom floor, followed with a good mopping. He’d then throw all of the dirty sheets in the wash.
We both had to deal with the nasty fluids, but I think he got the worse end of the deal. If I had to be on my hands and knees wiping up chunks, I’d just end up contributing more to the mess on the floor.
How does it work in your house? Is one of you the go-to parent for sick kids, or do you share the burden?
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