I had a post ready for today, but realizing that many of you might be stuffing your birds and baking your pies, I switched gears with a
very brief update. Not my strong suit, but I'm gonna try.
Mini had classes Monday and Tuesday. With MANY students from our area heading home from South Bend for Thanksgiving, I told her to try to sort something out. I had to babysat Tuesday.
Mini: Dad can't take the day off?
Someone must've been crowned a princess since she left home. Um, have you met your father? Days off are about as common as people hoisting Gumby atop their cars at tailgates.
Mini went back to her room Saturday before halftime of the ND game. She was INSANELY cold. Thought she'd never be warm again. A few hours later: chills. Sunday morning: miserable. Sore throat. Congestion. Fever. Some terrible virus was going around the school.
I hadn't slept much Sat night and feared I'd be too tired to drive and get her, but she was in no shape for her M/Tu classes.
Honestly, I was an emotional wreck Sunday. It's Lad. Coach and I are beside ourselves with worry. Over the weekend we'd sat him down. Shared our concerns.
In Coach's words: Well, that could not have gone worse.
Everything is basically fine. He's living here. He's upset with us. It's unpleasant. Beyond that - I vote for tough love. Let him move out. Hit rock bottom. Seek help. Coach worries he'll harm himself. He hasn't given us any indication that he'd do this, but one never knows. How would we live with ourselves?
(In my mind, I'm saying: BRIEF, BRIEF, . . . I'm trying)
Anyway, no one wanted Mini to bring her germs home. Then my sister, Marie, texted: I can bring Mini home when I pick up 'cousin.'
I called Mini: You'll need to lay low at school and wait till Tuesday when Aunt Marie can bring you home.
My mind was muddled and I wasn't sure I was thinking straight. Mini sobbed. Then I sobbed after I'd just stopped sobbing about Lad.
Mini threw up a few times due to
coughing. Have you heard
of this? The ER people
recommended it. I was
glad to have it on hand.
Me (to Coach): I'm going to get her.
Coach: You're being irrational.
I agreed, but I was powerless to my emotions and I needed something to feel right. Leaving her in a dorm felt awful. I swapped my contact lenses for glasses and drove with puffy eyes. Mini sat in the back of the minivan. Both of us masked.
Curly moved out of their room and slept in Tank's vacant bed (he was due home Tuesday). We ordered Mini to stay in her room and barred the other kids from using that bathroom.
|Will it surprise anyone that Mini |
couldn't find a kleenex box behind
the laundry room door? There
were 5 boxes on top of this stack,
but I brought them to the first floor
to replenish. How does one
miss that? Maybe the fever
is impacting her vision.
After the game, Ed and I drove to the grocery store. He'd done all of my shopping on Sunday, then went back Monday when he decided to cook. No one had noticed how low we were on fruit. Ed came home Thursday night - he eats a lot of fruit. I ran in and bought fruit.
Curly had 4 tests the next day, so Coach wisked her home in his car to study. When I got home, she was eating more dinner. Her plate, that I'd told her to put in front of Violet's picture on the island was still there. A minute later we put two and two together. Coach had grabbed a plate next to the kitchen sink, believing it was Curly's.
MINI HAD COME DOWNSTAIRS WHILE WE WERE GONE. SHE LEFT HER PLATE NEXT TO THE SINK. CURLY, FORGETTING TO REUSE HER PLATE, GOT OUT A NEW ONE. THEN COACH POINTED OUT THAT SHE HAD SOME FOOD LEFTEVER AND HE ADDED THAT TO HER PLATE - BUT IT WASN'T HERS.
|Fingers crossed this worked.|
Curly sobbed after realizing she'd eaten a plate full of food mixed with Mini's leftover bits of rice and veggies. The HORROR. Curly sobbed. We had her drink a packet of Emergen-C.
Not as brief as I'd envisioned, sorry. Mini's still a mess. She could NOT have gotten into Marie's car Tuesday. Can you imagine?
Did the microwave kill off any germs? Thankfully, the retired Curly doesn't Irish dance this weekend.
Hope you have a wonderful, non-germy Thanksgiving, or regular weekend if you aren't from the States . . . if you've learned nothing else here, remember to keep track of your plate.
Thankful for all of you.