Wednesday morning I had tossed crumpets on my bare toes before eight o'clock in the morning. They had formerly belonged to Trevelyn.
So loving him sweetly with soft words and cool rags took up the rest of my day.
Maddie had a sleep-over on Thursday (well, they both did, but....) Trevelyn was feeling much better by then, though wiped out, and of course he stayed home.
Madeleine was looking and feeling spry, so she headed out with her five or six bags of gear, and went to play with friends. None of us were certain how well it would 'take', especially without Trevelyn - she's never slept away from her Mama and Daddy, you know. We got a one a.m. call, at that time she had been asleep, and woke my friend Julie with "I wanna go home".
After Julie called us (we live just about exactly one mile away), and while Eric was on his way, Madd said she had to go to the bathroom, and promptly threw up.
I later found out definitively that it wasn't nerves, that she had kept her daddy up all night with her many bouts of retching. Friday morning found Trevelyn better, Maddie gray, and me still hopeful.
I went to the grocery store that afternoon, got foodstuffs and Maddie a soft little stuffed puppy (because I love her, and I knew she would greatly appreciate that) and some jello and Sierra Mist. (I didn't have the truck or lots of extra money when Trev was sick.)
By somewhere around six or seven o'clock Friday night, I was totally helpless and incapacitated on the bathroom floor. (Imagine the worst... it would be true.)
Saturday found me pondering my gratitude for many things.
First on my mind was the fact that I was the last to be ill. There was no way I would have been able to take care of another while that was raging through me.
Next on my mind were various things... how enjoyable it was to just lay about and snuggle, for days. Myth Buster marathons (we started with one, and are now on episode 31), RugRats, Angelina Ballerina... depending on who was ill and doing the choosing.
There was an incredible softness in those days... a gentleness that I greatly needed to notice.
You know that I was feeling out of sorts a week before... doing a lot of noticing and criticizing of my thoughts and emotions... lying about on Saturday (because though I wasn't feeling particularly wretched, I couldn't move) gave me lots of 'witness' time.
This last week or so found me in a completely different place.
No longer was I feeling harried or critical.
Apparently, I was done with objections and objecting.
I was finding a new Balance.
I have a lot to say about that, but it will have to wait for a bit... gotta get it (and my house!) straight and tidy before I can convey my insights properly.
Saturday also found me watching Ram Dass : Fierce Grace, noticing that Deepak Chopra is having a winter 21-day meditation challenge beginning in February (which I have signed up for), and dreaming of an ashram in India. :) I don't have India, but I do have temples and mountaintops in my mind, and I do have teachers, so....
Sunday found us better. Me with a slight amount of energy (enough to be standing on my own), Maddie whirling and making up for lost time, and Trevelyn looking and acting just barely less than his usual self.
I expect we'll all feel quite recovered today.
I'm looking forward to it!