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ann_leckieMonday--Drop kids off at school. Go to work. Work for an hour before the boss comes out of her office to tell me that school has called--Paidhi Girl threw up, and must be picked up ASAP. I take my lunch break to get her and bring her home. The nurse tells me she can't come back to school until Wednesday because she "has to be fever free for twenty four hours." Does Paidhi Girl have a fever? I ask. "Oh, no!" says the nurse, surprised at the question. I blink, and figure I won't pursue the issue. Later, when I have time to think, I realize that the nurse meant "vomiting is like fever in that..."
Paidhi Girl says she feels better now she's puked, and will be fine on her own at home. She eats the better part of a box of crackers before I get back, and reports that the day has so far been without incident.
She declines supper, but then decides to try a chicken wing. It's too much. Distressed that she's wasting food, she tearfully asks if it's okay that she has to throw up again. We reassure her. When you're sick, you're sick.
Paidhi Boy and I go out to get more saltines and seven up for her, and also to stop at the bookstore, because he got a gift certificate for his birthday. He wants Butt Wars: The Final Conflict and he wants any Junie B. Jones book at all. And he wants the second Dragon Slayer Academy book because he enjoyed the first one, which I'd bought with some of the gift certificate I'd gotten for Christmas from my mother in law. Of course, there are none of the Dragonslayer books on the shelf, even though there were a dozen two weeks ago. The nice lady at the register explains that the buyers decide whether or not things stay on the shelf, and sometimes they only stock things around Christmas time. We can special order them, though! We don't--we've got our limit of books for this trip.
It turns out that the library has them, but for some reason I don't fully understand will not let you request them, and they're all at various bookmobiles, the hours and locations of which can only be determined through the use of astrological charts and careful observations of the flight of birds.
Tuesday--Drop Paidhi Boy off at school, leaving Paidhi Girl to fend for herself. I call from work, and she doesn't answer the phone. The phone isn't near her room, so she might be asleep and unable to hear it. An hour later I call again. A half hour later, again. Finally, just after I've told my supervisor I have to leave, I call one last time and she picks up. Just napping! Tummy's better, though--she polishes off the last of Paidhi Boy's birthday cake.
Later that day, I get in the car to go get Paidhi Boy from school and find the battery is dead. A quick call to my mom fixes the child transport problem, Mr. Leckie jumps the battery when he gets home, all seems well.
Wednesday--Ah, this day will be nice! The car starts up fine, and it's an early release day, so no lunch at the high school. I'm planning to drop the kids off and take the laptop to a coffee shop and work for a couple of hours while sipping a fancy, overpriced coffee. Paidhi Boy gets up and announces that I have to look at his bed. "No," I say, "you tell me what it is you want me to know about your bed." The thing about the bed? He'd thrown up in it sometime during the night. No school for Paidhi Boy! No coffee shop for me!
He spends the morning watching Speed Racer and eating crackers--because he likes crackers, not because he actually feels sick. Last night seems to have been a one-off.
I get Paidhi Girl from school, and a few hours later remember that we have graham crackers, and some bits of frosting left over from Paidhi Boy's birthday cake. So I'll have a couple for a snack. I discover that at some point during the afternoon Paidhi Girl erected a complicated edifice of all the graham crackers, most of the frosting, and every sprinkle in the house. It May Not Be Eaten. I still do not know what its purpose is. It remains one of the world's mysteries. Like Stonehenge. With edible glitter.
Thursday--No one's puked all night, we're all ready on time, everything seems set to go. We all bundle into the car. I put the key in the ignition, turn, and...nothing.
I call my mom, who's only just now getting out of bed. She can drive the kids to school and me to work. Mr. Leckie will bring a battery home with him. Lovely.
The snow is very pretty! Twelve inches, they're saying, and the streets are already slick. Kids in the line for the snack bar are discussing the possiblity of a snow day tomorrow, but the more reality-based ones know that in this district the only way you get a snow day is if there's seven feet of snow on the ground and giant ice monsters are rampaging through the city devouring school board members. This, of course, does not happen very frequently. The paidhi kids are going to want to go sledding, but we've got commitments Friday, and of course it's supposed to warm up and all melt on Saturday. We might get an hour of sledding after school tomorrow, if we're really lucky. And I've had a really lucky week so far, right?
Right.
Paidhi Girl says she feels better now she's puked, and will be fine on her own at home. She eats the better part of a box of crackers before I get back, and reports that the day has so far been without incident.
She declines supper, but then decides to try a chicken wing. It's too much. Distressed that she's wasting food, she tearfully asks if it's okay that she has to throw up again. We reassure her. When you're sick, you're sick.
Paidhi Boy and I go out to get more saltines and seven up for her, and also to stop at the bookstore, because he got a gift certificate for his birthday. He wants Butt Wars: The Final Conflict and he wants any Junie B. Jones book at all. And he wants the second Dragon Slayer Academy book because he enjoyed the first one, which I'd bought with some of the gift certificate I'd gotten for Christmas from my mother in law. Of course, there are none of the Dragonslayer books on the shelf, even though there were a dozen two weeks ago. The nice lady at the register explains that the buyers decide whether or not things stay on the shelf, and sometimes they only stock things around Christmas time. We can special order them, though! We don't--we've got our limit of books for this trip.
It turns out that the library has them, but for some reason I don't fully understand will not let you request them, and they're all at various bookmobiles, the hours and locations of which can only be determined through the use of astrological charts and careful observations of the flight of birds.
Tuesday--Drop Paidhi Boy off at school, leaving Paidhi Girl to fend for herself. I call from work, and she doesn't answer the phone. The phone isn't near her room, so she might be asleep and unable to hear it. An hour later I call again. A half hour later, again. Finally, just after I've told my supervisor I have to leave, I call one last time and she picks up. Just napping! Tummy's better, though--she polishes off the last of Paidhi Boy's birthday cake.
Later that day, I get in the car to go get Paidhi Boy from school and find the battery is dead. A quick call to my mom fixes the child transport problem, Mr. Leckie jumps the battery when he gets home, all seems well.
Wednesday--Ah, this day will be nice! The car starts up fine, and it's an early release day, so no lunch at the high school. I'm planning to drop the kids off and take the laptop to a coffee shop and work for a couple of hours while sipping a fancy, overpriced coffee. Paidhi Boy gets up and announces that I have to look at his bed. "No," I say, "you tell me what it is you want me to know about your bed." The thing about the bed? He'd thrown up in it sometime during the night. No school for Paidhi Boy! No coffee shop for me!
He spends the morning watching Speed Racer and eating crackers--because he likes crackers, not because he actually feels sick. Last night seems to have been a one-off.
I get Paidhi Girl from school, and a few hours later remember that we have graham crackers, and some bits of frosting left over from Paidhi Boy's birthday cake. So I'll have a couple for a snack. I discover that at some point during the afternoon Paidhi Girl erected a complicated edifice of all the graham crackers, most of the frosting, and every sprinkle in the house. It May Not Be Eaten. I still do not know what its purpose is. It remains one of the world's mysteries. Like Stonehenge. With edible glitter.
Thursday--No one's puked all night, we're all ready on time, everything seems set to go. We all bundle into the car. I put the key in the ignition, turn, and...nothing.
I call my mom, who's only just now getting out of bed. She can drive the kids to school and me to work. Mr. Leckie will bring a battery home with him. Lovely.
The snow is very pretty! Twelve inches, they're saying, and the streets are already slick. Kids in the line for the snack bar are discussing the possiblity of a snow day tomorrow, but the more reality-based ones know that in this district the only way you get a snow day is if there's seven feet of snow on the ground and giant ice monsters are rampaging through the city devouring school board members. This, of course, does not happen very frequently. The paidhi kids are going to want to go sledding, but we've got commitments Friday, and of course it's supposed to warm up and all melt on Saturday. We might get an hour of sledding after school tomorrow, if we're really lucky. And I've had a really lucky week so far, right?
Right.
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Date: 2008-01-31 09:08 pm (UTC)OMG ... all in all, a week that I would not wish on anyone!!!
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Date: 2008-01-31 09:26 pm (UTC)What a week. And it's not over yet. But I did see the dead battery thing coming when you didn't say it had been replaced.
Bleah! Weird stomach virus thingy. Doesn't seem to be here, but several kids in E's class have had the flu. No thank you.
Hope tomorrow and the weekend go better...here, it might be icy and that might mean no school. Oh joy.
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Date: 2008-01-31 11:12 pm (UTC)He did pretty well. He got Butt Wars (though I have not read them, the Paidhi Kids both give the Butt series (The Day My Butt Went Psycho, Zombie Butts from Uranus, and the aforementioned Butt Wars) an enthusiastic thumbs up. The same author has another series, I had gotten Paidhi Boy Just Wacky for Christmas and Monday he got Just Disgusting and Just Annoying. There remains Just Stupid and...another one I can't remember.
I am actually praying for no school, since no school for them means no work for me (working, as I do, in a cafeteria in the district) and that means...sledding!
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Date: 2008-01-31 09:58 pm (UTC)There is light at the end of the tunnel, my friend.
When your kids are young adults, they will either not need you at all, except for your money, or they will need you for a rare major emergency.