I was there yesterday. Three kids and myself all had the stomach virus. The little one inside me was not happy about this. Diarrhea in a cloth diaper is the ONE time when I think, “man, I wish I could throw this in the trash.”
But, despite the vomit, the poop, the horrible stinch, the million loads of laundry, I still have my family and am blessed beyond my wildest dreams. A week or so ago my husband showed me this video. What a testimony to never giving up. And it certainly puts my “hardships” into prospective.