The war on puke poop and snot

The soldiers around us might be prepping for the Russian Invasion but here in this house I am battling a different enemy. We have seen the flu and some crazy GI malady and for a week Leo has been flowing a steady fountain of snot from his nose. In the midst of all of this I am trying to potty train Walker. He is doing a stellar job with the #1 portion of this. However, the battle of pooping on the potty wages on. I feel as though I have done nothing other than clean up other people’s body fluids for two weeks now. This soldier is running low on ammo and energy. I’m calling for back up. 

However, I have been blessed in the fact that it seems to hit one child at a time. This is a blessing and a curse because inevitably that means the two well children are stuck in the house and often lacking a little attention. 
There have been times of reprieve where we have been able to enjoy the beautiful weather and our new surroundings. There are two lakes here on post. Beaver Lake has some beautiful paved hiking paths. My fail of the week occurred when I decided to not look at the map before I set out with my mother and 3 children under the age of four on a 2.5 mile hike. It was a fun adventure that last about 3 hours but thankfully everyone held it together until we were five minutes from the car . 

I’m learning a lot about myself in the two weeks we have been here. I seem to have some self esteem issues and this weird need to be accepted. Not sure where that comes from. I feel very out of place here. Definitely like everyone is looking at us like we don’t belong. I feel like I’m constantly breaking rules that I don’t know exist. Ryan assures me I am being paranoid. I also feel a little trapped. To go anywhere off post takes 20-25 minutes. This is not a quick trip to and from with three kids. So we haven’t really left other than our exciting trip to urgent care where Forrest was diagnosed with the flu. 

Ryan’s schedule has been nice so far. He leaves before 6am and comes back to shower and have breakfast after PT then he heads backnout for classes. He gets to come home for lunch and is home by dinner. We have a nice little routine going now. He says that he will be home less as he progresses in his classes so I’m mentally preparing myself for that. Nothing we haven’t done before! I plan to take advantage of his less hectic schedule and start venturing out for fun day trips !

I’ve been staying up late working on my Younique business in effort to avoid getting a nursing job while we are here. In the mean time I am applying for a temporary liscense to nurse her in Alabama. Also looking into sending the big kids off to preschool. Every day the school bus stops right in front of our dining room window while we eat breakfast and they run to say goodbye to the kids headed off to school. Forrest is very excited! 

Isaiah 12:2 I trust you to save me, Lord God, and I won’t be afraid.

3 thoughts on “The war on puke poop and snot

  1. Awwww! They are too little for preschool! I can’t believe how big all three of them are getting. I am SO looking forward to seeing all of you in April. Miss you so much!

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  2. Sarah,

    You are doing an amazing job. Alabama is a different lifestyle, so is military life living on a base.
    I remember first moving here and moving into a new neighborhood. I had to make new friends. First the neighborhood itself was new. And I was traveling all the time. I finally joined a bunco group that meets monthly and it is a lot of fun. I also host a Christmas party for ladies only (gift exchange). And it has helped.

    Being a mom of 3 very close together, I feel your pain. Everyone was always sick at the same time or someone always had something going on. I remember being at a wedding and being asked “how are the Murphy children right this very minute” and our response was “chicken pox”. The lady just threw her hands up.

    It takes 15 minutes to get out of our subdivision. No such thing as a quick trip anywhere. I think that this was one of the hardest things for me to adapt to.

    Hang in there, you will get used to it. Just think, the weather is much nicer. I really do not miss the freezing cold, ice, or the snow. Not even on Christmas.

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