This morning felt a little like the opening scene (at least if my memory serves) of Home Alone. Don't worry, no one was left at home while the rest of us jetted off somewhere fabulous. I'm talking about the oversleeping. The sheer chaos. And me channeling my inner Catherine O'Hara.
Allow me to set the scene:
|Mini and Curly walking around the|
zoo with me and our little people.
This year the twins are only coming Monday and Fridays. They are going to a 'school' aka daycare the other days. Last year they were here three days. The grandma took care of them the other two. I think the idea was to give grandma a break. The news made me cringe a tad. I've never had anyone pair my services with an actual daycare. Some families only work 3 days a week - so they only need a coverage those days, or those who work full time have grandparents take a day or two opposite me.
I'm crazy about the twins. They are super cute and so.much.fun. Seriously. I also rank their mom as one of my favorites that I've ever worked for. She's great.
The reason I cringed when I heard that they'd be attending an actual daycare - germs. I knew whatever they picked up at the other place would find its way here. To my home.
Yesterday after they left here, the mom took one twin to the doctor. We thought she was getting a tooth. Kept saying CHEEK, CHEEK. And crying while eating.
Turns out she (and of course now her twin sister) have the dreaded and highly contagious HAND, FOOT, MOUTH DISEASE.
This happened once before - maybe 5 years ago. A kid (who was not attending a daycare - so clearly it can just happen . . . the daycare element just seems to increase the chances), anyway - that kid ended up with HFM and the other kids I sat for got it. Then the first kid got it back. Then a handful of my kids got it. My kids were in like 4th - 8th grades. It was Christmas break and they could not hang out with friends or do anything. Not to mention they were MISERABLE. I remember tossing boxes of popsicles down the basement stairs to my infirm offspring. "EAT AS MANY AS YOU WANT."
So, I'm worried. I do not want this thing to make my kids miss school and sports and the things big kids do. Typically it hits kids under the age of 5, so fingers crossed.
|Oh fun, a polar bear swimming.|
Of course yesterday is the day I had all 6 kids. Three two year old boys and three baby girls 18 months to 13 months. My schedule doesn't usually include the whole crowd (typically it's 5 and one day it's 4), but one family asked to switch from Friday to Monday this week. One guy's mom had a baby over the summer (which brings my grand total up to 7), so he was here to see buddies as is the plan for him once a week while she is on maternity leave. Um, this was his FIRST time back.
As of last night when I went to bed, Wilhelm's folks were still planning to send him. Of course they were. He doesn't get dropped off super early, so I set my alarm for 7 am KNOWING I WOULD NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS SLEEP THAT LONG.
I woke up when my alarm went off at 7:00 am.
Hello, what is going on?
Eight hours of sleep? Could it be that I'm getting this damn toddler virus? Hoping it's just my body deciding to be kind and let me sleep. We didn't have to catch a flight, but holy heck I walked downstairs into a shit storm of neediness. Enter me as Catherine O'Hara - next time, which I'll post on Tuesday due to Labor Day on Monday. Have a great weekend.