3 AM Laundry and Eternal Perspective: Finding Grace in the Stomach Bug
If you’ve been a mother for more than five minutes, you know that the "stomach bug" is one of the most dreaded phrases in the language. This past week, it hit our home. It wasn't a quick, one-night affair; it was a slow march through all four of my children, lasting an entire week. The most difficult part? It only happened at night in their shared bunk room. I spent my nights displacing children from their bunk beds, scrubbing messes out of bedding, and avoiding every porous surface in the house. I had kids sleeping on plastic mats on the floor just to survive the night. There was one specific moment, exhausted and disgusted, where I was trying to clean out the tiny crevices between the furniture and the walls—spots I couldn't even reach because the bunk beds are all lined up—and I felt the weight of the week crashing down. I’ll be honest: I cried. The temptation to just give up and walk away was so strong. But leaving a mess like that on the walls and floors would h...