Our doctor yesterday confirmed that yes, Marin and Joan *do* indeed have h1n1. Their cases are mild, and they did not have any secondary infections (strep, pneumonia etc) so we were sent on our way. Wearing face masks, natch.
Speaking of, I’m thinking of procuring a few of those masks for when I need to get through crowds of people (think: grocery store during the “after-church” rush) quickly. Tie a couple of masks on the kids, and I’m sure would be like the Parting of the Seas.
I’m just full of great ideas and handy tips!
Can you tell I’m a bit giddy and stir crazy?
True story: the other day, David came home for lunch, and I flew out of here right quick. I went to the thrift store, where I bought nothing, but that feeling? It was like I popped a couple of fucking quaaludes or something. I’m free, I’m freeeeeeeeeee!
So today, when the “sick children” (meaning they have fevers every 20 hours or so, or approximately 20 seconds after I start thinking hmmm, they are much better finally
) were also feeling restless, I did what any good mother would do. I sent them outside to play.
If you all can excuse some [more] weather talk from this here Minnesotan, I have to tell you about our October. It snowed here for the first time on October 10th (October FUCKING TENTH. Jesus.) and has been cold, sleet-y, raining, and dark on all other days this month except for about 2.
So while yes, it is a chilly day today, it is also a sunny day. And I have had basically zero time to walk around the neighborhood admiring the trees and smelling the wood-burning fireplace smell.
(Hey townies: vote yes on the referendum, will ya? Our beloved elementary school will probably have to close if it doesn’t pass.)
Where was I? Oh, yes. Fall. After I kicked the kids outside, I realized that _I_ really needed to get out too. This shitty weather has been cramping my fall-loving style. True that! So we headed out for a short walk around the neighborhood.
As if this child needed to do anything else to make my heart pitter-patter even more. But then she whips out her Hello! Kitty camera to photograph the pwetty weaves, Mommy
and oh, oh, oh. Be still, my heart!
And not to be all Pollyanna on your asses, but these kinds of days make my eyes prick up a bit. The crisp air, the bright colors, the blue skies, the crunch of leaves.
The trees that appear to be on fire. All perfect.
Kate is still not showing any signs of sickness. David and I are still healthy too, which is miraculous since Marin’s favorite method of answering to that tickle in her throat is to “turn head, aim directly at Mama’s face, and cough mightily”.
These two caught some box elder bugs while outside, so that will provide them with hours of box elder bug harassing. I’m at the point where I would probably let them do projects that included mixing bleach with lye, if it kept them busy. I’m just hoping these little guys don’t die off before their fascination wears off.
Later I have big plans of walking to the library for a fresh supply of books and movies. So far today, Joan has not had a fever, but I’ve been down THIS road before, and I refuse to be fooled again. I know it’s a little like Ernie on Sesame Street, waiting for that other shoe to drop, but I am not going to say, or even THINK, that she’s better. Oh, ho, ho, Fever. I’m on to YOU.