Not a long holiday weekend, but a weekend where time seemed to pass very slowly. It started on Thursday night. After we put the kids down, Derek and I were downstairs and noticed that the furnace was blowing cold air. We thought it had to do with a fuse that was blown earlier and perhaps just the pilot light went out. We found out the next day that our gas had been turned off and it wouldn't get turned on until Monday (It's been a bit of a mess with our utilities at our new place. Our landlord had everything in her name and there's been confusion/miscommunication as to transferring vs. shutting off and dates of when it would happen).
On Friday, I thought three days without heat and hot water wouldn't be that bad. We're so spoiled with the comforts of living and a little roughin' it wouldnt' be so bad. We have portable heaters and we could go to a friend's house on Saturday to shower before church. We spent the next three days being cold, especially in the mornings when it got down to 57 degrees downstairs, washing our hands and faces with frigid cold water and boiling water to wash dishes. Thankfully our stove/oven is electric and we were able to eat! If that was the worst of it, it wouldn't have been that bad...
On Friday night at about 11 pm, we heard Karis whine a little, cough and than cry. I ran up to her bedroom and when I opened the door I could smell what was going on. Karis had thrown up and she was struggling as she was still lying down and more was coming up. She had no idea what was happening. Derek took her to the bathroom and I tried to clean up the mess. I slept next to her that night and she ended up throwing up almost every hour until 7 o'clock. She did sleep from 4 to 7 which gave me time to run to Kyle's room and feed him and stay with him for an hour. Are you getting the idea of why this weekend felt so long??
The next day (Saturday) Karis was feeling a little better but she was wiped out. She ate a little throughout the day and thankfully kept everything down. She was on the couch pretty much the whole day, something she's never done before. When the girls get sick, they still eat and run around. I wiped down everything I could in the house and washed a bunch of toys with hopes that the other two wouldn't get sick too. I couldn't bear to watch another one go through what Karis did. Like most of us, she dreaded throwing up. She cried and screamed and tried to fight it. When she went to bed Saturday, she was so scared. She thought she was going to be throwing up all night again.
We stayed home from church on Sunday. The house was cold in the morning, but when it finally warmed up, Karis was up and about.
By the afternoon, I couldn't take it anymore and I took a (very) cold shower and got out of my frumpy thick clothes I had been in all weekend. I put a little make-up on and went to a grocery store. It felt good to finally get out of the house. By Sunday evening, the girls were pretty rowdy as they had been in the house for three days straight!
But now it's Monday morning and the gentleman from the gas company just left. We now have hot water and warm air! I'm going to run a load of laundry, start the dishwasher and give the girls a bath. I'm glad we made it through this weekend and soon it'll be just a distant memory!
