The last few weeks have been...interesting to say the least.

Stomach flu - Everyone but mommy got it. This led to tremendous growth in the size of Mt. Washmore, and a 7 month old with diarrhea for two weeks. We went through four cans of Lysol, and I think I've rubbed the finish off all the door handles and faucets!

Colds - Again, everyone but mommy.  We've never seen boogers this big from a seven month old. So tonight I'm breaking down and rubbing everybody's feet in with Vicks (thanks for the advice, Mom!) before bed.

Strange rash of Bedwetting - Two nights ago, one kid wet TWICE, within about 3 hours. Then baby woke up and had exploded out of his diaper. Not a good night. Thankful for multiple sets of bedsheets. Then last night, same kid wet,  and we were out of sheets (remember Mt. Washmore? - yeah, still working on that...) so we got out the sleeping bag. Woke up this morning, and other kid had also wet at some point, but slept through it. Baby had exploded out of diaper AGAIN, and this time it was - LITERALLY - everywhere. Once again find myself cleaning the Pack n' Play.

It's easy to look at all of this and think "Poor me! Look at all the time I've spent cleaning up puke, poop, and wiping runny noses." And believe me, I would be lying if I said it hadn't entered my mind from time to time. But over the last couple weeks, God has revealed my own selfishness to me in a very real way. I guess that's what happens when you pray that God would show you the state of your depravity! I so often found myself muttering "not again?!" instead of seeing it as an opportunity to gladly serve my family.

Lord, thank you that even in my wretchedness and repetative sin, you've never asked "not again?!" Remove my grumbling, selfish heart, and replace it with one that sees serving my family as serving you.