'I don't think I can go tomorrow. I think I have a fever. I have felt lousy all day,' Mini sputtered.
Oh my GOSH! What the Hell? Mini was not dancing as she is a newly retired dancer. (Yes, this was cause for celebration because it cut my Irish dancing bills in half). Mini wanted to be involved in activities and sports in high school.
|Of all the errands I needed to run the morning |
we were going to leave town - I never would
have guessed that a thermometer was going
to end up on that list. Damn it.
What happened to the luck of the Irish?
So, here I was. Thanksgiving (which to my unfortunate-self always delivers a Pavlov dog kind of 'oh shit, dancing stress' reaction. I do so hope that my 'yummy-turkey' mindset will return once all of my dancers have retired). My brain couldn't even think about the weird math problem necessary to calculate what the crazy-ass chances would be that Mini would once again have a fever as we were preparing to depart for another wig-infested, Irish-dancing-cult-like weekend.
My thermometer broke recently and I hadn't replaced it. Coach said it didn't matter. She definitely had a fever. She was crushed. I told her to take some Motrin and get to bed.
|Ways to stay awake for a long drive: |
chat with my equally talkative mini-me:
aka Mini, or chew a bunch of candy.
From a practical standpoint, I wanted Mini in the car to converse with me and help me stay awake. Not to mention, Mini often helps Curly tape her shoes. She has a cell phone and can communicate with me if I need to run a dancing-related errand. Plus, she is taller than me, strong like bull (OK, that last part is bull. She ain't very strong), and she can help me carry some of our shit.
I was awake for a few hours during the night worrying about what to do. What if we left Mini home and she ended up being fever free the rest of the weekend? Coach texted me Fri morning from work: 'What if she feels fine Saturday and I drive her half way to meet you.' Now you know it was a big deal if Coach offered to bend over backwards. I ruled this idea out because I didn't feel right pawning Curly off on someone for 5 hours while I drove halfway to meet Coach.
So, I know what I ended up doing . . . and I will reveal that in my next post. But I am curious, what would you have done if you were in this tight spot?
Hmmmmmmm....what would I have done? I guess I would have left her at home so she didn't spread her germs to other dancers. Although, if she felt okay in the morning, I would have been tempted to take her along for the help. Can't wait to read the next installment of your wild and crazy life1
There were some crazy moments, but happy to report nothing compared to leaving the bag of essential dance stuff in the back of a cab in July. So very, very glad it is over . . . until the next big competition!
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