What a Sunday

Maya and Wes at the end of our long day:

I have to vent. Just a little. It's been quite a day! I woke up to a phone call this morning from our realtor who was supposed to be hosting an open house at our home today. Let me back up and tell you what it takes to get our house ready for an open house (with a toddler and newborn). We dropped $200 on the most fabulous house cleaning (the first time ever that I have paid other people to come clean my home—pretty luxurious, if you ask me). Then I spent all day Saturday (while Wes was away shooting a wedding) taking care of Maya, corralling Finn, and organizing and making the house absolutely ready for this open house. This involved getting all of the kids' things ready/bags packed to leave in the morning for church, and be gone all day at Grandma Jinx's house. I was up until 1:30am accomplishing all of this. My house has NEVER looked better. OK, back to the phone call. HE CANCELED!!!! AT 8 am. I started crying. Literally. I was so frustrated and in complete disbelief that I had made sure that every dish/every trash can/and every stitch of laundry was meticulously and repeatedly cleaned/emptied/washed and put away throughout the day. Sure, my realtor was sick. Not his fault. But I was still exhausted and ticked off (to put it nicely). I had to pick up and put away Finn's toys about 50 times yesterday evening to make sure the house was completely immaculately perfect. I had to squeegee the entire shower (walls and all) twice after showering. We made sure Koda found a new home this week so she would be gone for the open house. I could go on and on. Really, I could. But I am sure you are rolling your eyes by now (or groaning in sympathy). Selfish anger, big pity party, but still founded in some validity.

So even though the open house was canceled, there was no way I was going to hang around all day and let it get trashed by my little tornado. Off to church we went. Maya has the WORST face rash (which is no big deal, really—very normal for babies her age). But she looks like a 7th grader who hasn't discovered Proactiv yet (poor little dear). It was our first day back at church for the whole family since Finn's surgery and Maya's birth. Big day. I was worried that everyone would see Maya's face and be so concerned or surprised (she looks pretty extreme up close). But Wes assured me they would say "Oh she is so beautiful!" but just be lying. Ha! (I had a good chuckle.) We did alright at church the first half hour. Maya nursed—I'm pretty sure I accidentally flashed one of the Dads that walked by. Finn read a book—at the top of his lungs during the sacrament prayer. Then Wes took Finn out for a little while to run the halls. He came back a few minutes later demanding that we leave that instant. So I rushed out after him a little in shock. Finn had been opening lots of doors and running in, when they happened upon a mom and her baby. It turns out that the baby is sick, and the mom was hanging out in one of the unoccupied Primary rooms to stay away from everyone.

The. baby. has. RSV.

She quickly let Wes know that her baby has RSV, and that she didn't want to get Finn sick, so they should leave the room. RSV. RSV!!!!! I am VERY upset that anyone would bring their child to church with RSV—much less hangout in a Primary classroom where lots of little kiddos will be filing in to learn in a few minutes. RSV hospitalizes so many young children every year, and is very contagious. It leads to pneumonia, and is especially dangerous for infants. When we were in the hospital for Finn's lung surgery, they quarantined the RSV patients. I don't want to be mean to that mother. I don't. I know how hard it is to have a very sick child. I am just concerned for my babies, and everyone else's. And frankly, for her baby, too. Am I getting too worked up? With a son that just had pneumonia complications, and a newborn, we thought it best to evacuate the building...speedily. If your children are sick, please oh please don't bring them to church. It's just not worth it for anyone.

Deep breath. That was rather long-winded. Not to worry—the day has ended well. I caught that photo up top of Wes and Maya in my squeaky clean laundry room (she's looking worn out and ready for a bath, he's looking dapper). It made me smile. We sent Koda off to a new and very deserving, loving home. Wes and I talked about L.A. and how things are falling into place. I feel very blessed. I have a beautiful family and an exciting future to focus on. So I'm off to look at rental homes on the internet. That's how I wind down. Funny, I know.

I think instead of potty training Finn, I will work on Swiffer training him—so he can contribute to "Operation Cleanest House on the Block." I think he's totally ready.