OK, so I’ve been a total slacker lately. First, all of this horrific winter weather crap happened. I don’t know if I have seasonal depression, or just depression depression, but I was definitely on the verge of curling into a ball in the corner. Then Sheepdog and I escaped for eight days in Mexico. It was glorious… sun, exercise, quality time with my husband (high-five to us for breaking the headboard), and complete autonomy over my day. It was complete and total bliss in paradise.
But everything has a price, so we returned to a gaggle of kids with multiple versions of the plague. The only place I got to show off my tan was at the stupid doctors’ office. I mean, the kid who puked on the floor in front of the check-in desk didn’t even mention my glow. Not once, the selfish little bastard. What a complete and total waste.
It already feels like a month has passed since our trip, yet we have been home fewer than six days.
But I think it is safe to say that things are starting to turn around for us in the health department. Antibiotics and other various medicines have started to work, viruses are running their course, and quarantines have subsequently been lifted. And today, praise generic zithromax, everybody left the house for work and school at their regularly scheduled times.
But not before a few of us had a morning hang-out in my bed, starting somewhere around the six o’clock hour.
First to crawl in with Sheepdog and me was Kid E. He succumbed to a stomach bug earlier this week, but rallied within 24 hours. I attribute this exclusively to the fact that he has finally been named Star Student in his kindergarten class, with his reign to begin next Monday. It also happens to be his exact half-birthday. “Abuzz with excitement” is a bit of an understatement when it comes to describing this kid right now. We even already started filling out his information packet, which lists facts and favorites about him.
Much of our conversation this morning consisted of him asking questions about himself (Q: What is something special I have done for someone else?), followed by me prompting/ providing answers (A: Well, you brought home all of that homework for your big brother, who has already missed four days of school this week.)
Please, please, please do me a solid and let him be well enough to go back to school today.
As if on cue, Kid D bounded into our room and crawled on in with us. Kid C arrived shortly thereafter and squeezed in as well. Everyone was feeling good and planned on going about their regularly scheduled programming. Joy to the world!
This week I have been overwhelmed upon re-entry to my real life. I have post-vacation blues. I am tired. I am sick of everybody getting sick. So I am sitting here, watching the rain fall outside my office window, daydreaming that I am out by the pool in the warm sun with a cold beer in my hand. At 9:42 in the morning.
Wish me luck for tomorrow…