The dog has been interested in tissues lately. My daughter is doing a lot of blowing of her nose and if we’re not careful, she puts the tissues somewhere where the dog can get to them—and tear them to shreds. They don’t have to be used tissues either, we lost a good portion of a new box of tissues my daughter had put on the floor. The dog was pulling large chunks out of the box, shaking and tearing them up.
But the cutest one was today as I laid on the bed. I noticed the dog going into the bathroom and then into the toilet area. I watched and listened because at some point relatively soon she’s going to figure out there’s water in the toilets and try to drink it. She’s not quite tall enough yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
But instead I saw her walking out of the room with the end of the tissue roll in her mouth, unrolling the roll as she walked. I had to stop her and tell her it wasn’t allowed, cute as it was. Later today she tried again, this time getting all the way into the bedroom with her head held high, holding onto the tissue.
I’m still sick. I’ve been able to keep the fever below 102 for most of the day. but I feel awful. My husband has been managing the children while I’ve dome little more than lie in bed because I get light-headed if I stand up for too long.
The Big Boy Update: My son and I were on the bed with the dog this morning. I said, “I’m so glad we decided to get a dog.” He said, “some dogs are failures, but ours is not.” I couldn’t help but laugh and agree with him.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter made a pot today using the potters wheel she got for Christmas. I haven’t seen it yet but she’s excited to show it to me when it dries.
Thursday, February 14, 2019
Wednesday, February 13, 2019
Crap
That’s how I feel. Actually, I feel worse than that word, but I’m going to restrain, I can’t type. My fever is topping out just below 103 and I’m unstable. I went to the pharmacy this morning to get two prescriptions we’ve been trying to get approved since the beginning of the year—and it finally worked, Lawrence, the PA I’m working with at rhe spine clinic said her was on it.
Between Lawrence, his staff and me making phone calls and sending in information, today was to be the lucky day when I could get the prescription filled. One was ready but the second one they had to order and it wouldn’t be in until Friday. After looking around, there was stock at another pharmacy five miles away.
I paid for the one prescription but I had to keep sitting down. On the floor. I was fine, but I got light headed suddenly and I needed to drop. Robert came around form the back, didn’t touch me because he knew I was sick with my hand sanitizer and mask on. He said he was going to walk me to the car.
I wasn’t worried about what had happened. It was a drop in blood pressure and I needed to get my head lower in relation to my body to get more blood to it. Everything else went well with both difficult prescriptions finally approved. I came home and got in bed. I can’t fall asleep because maybe the pain is too high, but I’m not sure on that.
After I send this post I’m going to go hydrate and see if I can sleep.
The Bog Boy Update: My son has been so tired with getting over the flu and tiger the ear infection. He just stops, lies down and goes to sleep with a blanket all over the house.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: I don’t know who’s more sick, my son or daughter. She’s been in her chair in the living room for hours, rousing to ask for more water.
Tuesday, February 12, 2019
It’s About Time
I have a fever of 100.5 right now that’s developed in the last hour or two. About damn time if you ask me. I wasn’t getting out of this sickness unscathed and the longer it took for me to come down with it, the close it will be to leaving on vacation with my girlfriends to Cancun. And I don’t want to be sick for that. I don’t want to infect them either. Making a call to stay or go would be a tough on, but with a week to go, hopefully I’ll be okay by then. Hopefully.
I called and left a message for my best friend, asking if she could call in Tamiflu for me or was she unable to given how she was my OB and I hadn’t had a need to be seen in her office for over seven years. She messaged me back, saying she’d never heard anyone so excited about getting sick before and that yes, she’d call it in now. Hopefully I’ll be okay by the trip…hopefully.
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Time To Go To the Doctor Update: My daughter had a 103 degree fever again today and my son was hovering at just over one hundred, but due to the full week this has gone on, he decided to call their pediatrician and ask if he should bring them in. He’s there with the two of them and they’re having an in-office test to identify what they have.
The doctor said there was a possibility they could have two things at once such as strep throat or pnumonia and the flu. Neither child has a sore throat aside from that one short, “it feels like a booger in my throat” hour for my son. His cough is much better. She has a mild cough but it’s pretty dry and she doesn’t sound like she has congestion in her lungs. But we’ll see. I’ll report back tomorrow when I drag myself out of bed to write a post. And if I’m going to feel like my husband did when he was sick, it’ll be some serious dragging.
I called and left a message for my best friend, asking if she could call in Tamiflu for me or was she unable to given how she was my OB and I hadn’t had a need to be seen in her office for over seven years. She messaged me back, saying she’d never heard anyone so excited about getting sick before and that yes, she’d call it in now. Hopefully I’ll be okay by the trip…hopefully.
The Big Boy Tiny Girl Time To Go To the Doctor Update: My daughter had a 103 degree fever again today and my son was hovering at just over one hundred, but due to the full week this has gone on, he decided to call their pediatrician and ask if he should bring them in. He’s there with the two of them and they’re having an in-office test to identify what they have.
The doctor said there was a possibility they could have two things at once such as strep throat or pnumonia and the flu. Neither child has a sore throat aside from that one short, “it feels like a booger in my throat” hour for my son. His cough is much better. She has a mild cough but it’s pretty dry and she doesn’t sound like she has congestion in her lungs. But we’ll see. I’ll report back tomorrow when I drag myself out of bed to write a post. And if I’m going to feel like my husband did when he was sick, it’ll be some serious dragging.
Monday, February 11, 2019
So We All Went In Sick
My son had a doctor’s appointment today. We had been wanting to get scheduled for a new patient intake with this doctor and I knew it was hard to get in quickly with him so I was pleased when I called and got in on a recent cancellation. When I made the appointment they took my credit card and told me that there was a twenty-four hour cancellation policy and if we didn’t cancel within that window, the full visit charge of $400 would be charged to my credit card.
I didn’t have a problem with the policy because we were keeping the appointment. We needed the appointment and had no need to cancel. Then everyone got what we think in Influenza B from what my husband has looked up online. Although it could be Influenza A because we have some doctors as parents at our school and when they got sick they made sure they knew what it was.
My son got it first but recovered. We didn’t even think it was the flu (and I’m still not sure it is, truthfully). We were going to send him to school on Friday because he was fine but there’s a “fever free” policy you have to adhere to, keeping a child home even if they may be okay, to protect other students and teachers from catching what they had. Because of that, we kept him home.
But he was fine for that Monday appointment; there was no need to cancel, all was well. Then things went south this weekend. My son’s fever came back, my husband was miserable and exhausted and my daughter’s fever came back. My son got a bad cough we could barely control with cough medicine and my daughter’s nose was in need of blowing constantly. Then my husband got congestion in his lower chest. And everyone had a fever.
Fever’s ranged from 102 down, coming and going in an unpredictable pattern. This morning I checked the children’s temperatures again. My son was back to 102.3 and my daughter was 100.7. Ad eight o’clock I called the doctor’s office and explained about the family having the flu and we didn’t feel it was good to come in and could they waive the cancellation fee.
Well, no, they couldn’t, said the person at the front desk because it was policy. She transferred me to someone in billing. I explained our situation and the lady told me that since I’d explained it, they wouldn’t charge my credit card, but that it would be due before we made another appointment. I said I didn’t mind paying in advance for the rescheduled appointment (I was going to pay it at time of service, but because we’d cancelled, I understood why they would want to do so.). She said fine. Then I said, “so can we go ahead and reschedule now?”
She said, well yes, but you’ll have to pay the cancellation fee first. She explained (and I’ll summarize here) that if we ever wanted to see this doctor (this was an intake appointment) that we would have to pay the $400 cancellation penalty before they would schedule for him again.
I said, “are you telling me the only choices I have are to bring my entire sick family in today—because I will have to bring my daughter who is sick and out of school too—to have my son evaluated when he is sick with a fever, or I have to pay $400 to reschedule? She said yes. I said that in that case I would bring everyone in, sick, to their office, with an aggressive and contagious virus.
I had paperwork I needed to email to the office. I scanned it in, sent an email and explained that we would all be in at 2:40, sick with the flu, because we were left with little choice given the zero tolerance cancellation policy they had. I would medicate my son to try and control his cough and reduce his fever so he could be evaluated.
I was mad. I don’t usually get mad like this. And let me say that I completely agree with charging for cancellations. I hate wasting people’s time and I don’t like my time wasted either. But this didn’t seem to be a wise choice for their office to make.
I told my son we had to go. He was upset. He said, “I’m sick. I’m suppose to be resting. I’m going to tell that doctor he should be fired!” I told him (I was still mad at this point), “go right ahead”. He complained and said I should cancel. I told him we couldn’t because it was going to cost $400 if we did and I was sorry, but we were all going.
Later I calmed down and talked to my son, telling him I knew he was upset, but it was important for him to go in and answer the doctor’s questions as best he could, that it was important and the doctor wanted to help us and him and we wanted to do the best we could so he could make good recommendations. My son understood, but he was still upset. He was in a ball on the floor in the living room under a blanket. He’d gone back to bed this morning after breakfast because he felt so bad, and he doesn’t do that.
We medicated everyone for fever and cough before leaving and then went to the appointment. I told my husband I wasn’t going to say anything until the end of the appointment, because we really did want help and it wasn’t their fault we were sick. The doctor came out and I said I wasn’t going to shake hands because we were sick. I said we had to bring his sister because she was out of school sick as well. And Dr. Snow didn’t mind.
We had a nice appointment. My daughter being there almost helped things because my son and she got involved with something on her iPad and he didn’t pay attention while we talked about him and answered questions. Dr. Snow had some recommendations we could start now as opposed to waiting several weeks when we would have been able to get back on his schedule.
I mentioned at the end rather casually about sorry for coming in sick, but when faced with the cancellation policy we decided to all come in and to please sanitize everything we’d touched because I didn’t want him to get what we had. He said he had heard about what happened and he was going to have a talk with his staff. That that should not have happened and he would not have charged us the cancellation fee.
In the end, I’m glad we went in. And I do really hope they don’t get sick. I tried to touch as little as possible, although my children were bouncing around his office in the way sick children do after being given a dose of ibuprofen and their fevers abate for a few hours. We’re back home now and they’re both on the floor again, lying with blankets over them, watching (or listening) to something on their iPads.
The Big Boy Update: My son’s throat was hurting two nights ago. He was making these coughing, retching noises trying to get it out. I was afraid he had strep throat from the way he was going on. He described it by saying, “there’s a booger in my throat.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter’s vision is always questionable. Sometimes we think she’s almost completely blind. But then sometimes she’ll say or do something that shows what she can see. Last week with her iPad she held it up and said, “why can’t I see the screen?” I thought, “oh no, it’s gotten even worse” but my fears abated when she followed up the next moment with the words, “oh, never mind, I can” as she found what she was looking for and tapped the screen.
I didn’t have a problem with the policy because we were keeping the appointment. We needed the appointment and had no need to cancel. Then everyone got what we think in Influenza B from what my husband has looked up online. Although it could be Influenza A because we have some doctors as parents at our school and when they got sick they made sure they knew what it was.
My son got it first but recovered. We didn’t even think it was the flu (and I’m still not sure it is, truthfully). We were going to send him to school on Friday because he was fine but there’s a “fever free” policy you have to adhere to, keeping a child home even if they may be okay, to protect other students and teachers from catching what they had. Because of that, we kept him home.
But he was fine for that Monday appointment; there was no need to cancel, all was well. Then things went south this weekend. My son’s fever came back, my husband was miserable and exhausted and my daughter’s fever came back. My son got a bad cough we could barely control with cough medicine and my daughter’s nose was in need of blowing constantly. Then my husband got congestion in his lower chest. And everyone had a fever.
Fever’s ranged from 102 down, coming and going in an unpredictable pattern. This morning I checked the children’s temperatures again. My son was back to 102.3 and my daughter was 100.7. Ad eight o’clock I called the doctor’s office and explained about the family having the flu and we didn’t feel it was good to come in and could they waive the cancellation fee.
Well, no, they couldn’t, said the person at the front desk because it was policy. She transferred me to someone in billing. I explained our situation and the lady told me that since I’d explained it, they wouldn’t charge my credit card, but that it would be due before we made another appointment. I said I didn’t mind paying in advance for the rescheduled appointment (I was going to pay it at time of service, but because we’d cancelled, I understood why they would want to do so.). She said fine. Then I said, “so can we go ahead and reschedule now?”
She said, well yes, but you’ll have to pay the cancellation fee first. She explained (and I’ll summarize here) that if we ever wanted to see this doctor (this was an intake appointment) that we would have to pay the $400 cancellation penalty before they would schedule for him again.
I said, “are you telling me the only choices I have are to bring my entire sick family in today—because I will have to bring my daughter who is sick and out of school too—to have my son evaluated when he is sick with a fever, or I have to pay $400 to reschedule? She said yes. I said that in that case I would bring everyone in, sick, to their office, with an aggressive and contagious virus.
I had paperwork I needed to email to the office. I scanned it in, sent an email and explained that we would all be in at 2:40, sick with the flu, because we were left with little choice given the zero tolerance cancellation policy they had. I would medicate my son to try and control his cough and reduce his fever so he could be evaluated.
I was mad. I don’t usually get mad like this. And let me say that I completely agree with charging for cancellations. I hate wasting people’s time and I don’t like my time wasted either. But this didn’t seem to be a wise choice for their office to make.
I told my son we had to go. He was upset. He said, “I’m sick. I’m suppose to be resting. I’m going to tell that doctor he should be fired!” I told him (I was still mad at this point), “go right ahead”. He complained and said I should cancel. I told him we couldn’t because it was going to cost $400 if we did and I was sorry, but we were all going.
Later I calmed down and talked to my son, telling him I knew he was upset, but it was important for him to go in and answer the doctor’s questions as best he could, that it was important and the doctor wanted to help us and him and we wanted to do the best we could so he could make good recommendations. My son understood, but he was still upset. He was in a ball on the floor in the living room under a blanket. He’d gone back to bed this morning after breakfast because he felt so bad, and he doesn’t do that.
We medicated everyone for fever and cough before leaving and then went to the appointment. I told my husband I wasn’t going to say anything until the end of the appointment, because we really did want help and it wasn’t their fault we were sick. The doctor came out and I said I wasn’t going to shake hands because we were sick. I said we had to bring his sister because she was out of school sick as well. And Dr. Snow didn’t mind.
We had a nice appointment. My daughter being there almost helped things because my son and she got involved with something on her iPad and he didn’t pay attention while we talked about him and answered questions. Dr. Snow had some recommendations we could start now as opposed to waiting several weeks when we would have been able to get back on his schedule.
I mentioned at the end rather casually about sorry for coming in sick, but when faced with the cancellation policy we decided to all come in and to please sanitize everything we’d touched because I didn’t want him to get what we had. He said he had heard about what happened and he was going to have a talk with his staff. That that should not have happened and he would not have charged us the cancellation fee.
In the end, I’m glad we went in. And I do really hope they don’t get sick. I tried to touch as little as possible, although my children were bouncing around his office in the way sick children do after being given a dose of ibuprofen and their fevers abate for a few hours. We’re back home now and they’re both on the floor again, lying with blankets over them, watching (or listening) to something on their iPads.
The Big Boy Update: My son’s throat was hurting two nights ago. He was making these coughing, retching noises trying to get it out. I was afraid he had strep throat from the way he was going on. He described it by saying, “there’s a booger in my throat.”
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter’s vision is always questionable. Sometimes we think she’s almost completely blind. But then sometimes she’ll say or do something that shows what she can see. Last week with her iPad she held it up and said, “why can’t I see the screen?” I thought, “oh no, it’s gotten even worse” but my fears abated when she followed up the next moment with the words, “oh, never mind, I can” as she found what she was looking for and tapped the screen.
Sunday, February 10, 2019
The Longer Job
Let me start this post out by saying there is still a lot of sickness going on in this house. How I haven’t come down with it yet is a bit of a mystery. I’m not taking measures to avoid contact with my children or their bodily fluids because it would be futile.
There are the tissues my daughter blows her nose with that the dog finds and after she’s put them down by her pillow and fallen asleep end up shredded on the floor. The cough drop my son decides he doesn’t prefer and hands to me directly, sticky from his mouth, lest he put it down on the sofa because he’s too tired to get up and throw it away. There was the coughing spell my son had last night that caused him to gag repeatedly and throw up on his bedding and their hot little sweaty bodies that need help getting changed into clean pajamas.
We’re not sending either of them to school tomorrow. They have symptoms go away but new ones crop up or old ones come back. My husband has spent close to three days now in a reclining chair in the basement, sleeping through the night. He has a cough too and has had a fever that got up high enough last night that he took a cold shower he felt so badly.
It’s coming, I’m sure of it. There’s no way I’m getting out of this unscathed. I’d love to say I have some super repellant immune system but for the last forty-nine years evidence has shown I’m just as likely to be the first to get something as the last with those I’m surrounded by. But for now, I’m glad I’m managing to hold it off, because someone had to do things around here.
We were woefully low on food in the house. We had been putting off going to the grocery store and then everyone got sick. Appetites were low so we put it off for longer but after dinner last night I had to do something so once I got the children to bed I put the long list of needed consumables in order on my phone and headed to the store.
Grocery shopping I don’t mind doing. My husband and I do the shopping equally, deciding who will go based on schedule and availability. While my the rest of my family was asleep, I went to the store and filled the cart so full I was doing some balancing of items in the end, trying to keep it all in the cart.
When I got home the unpacking and putting up had to be done. And this is the part that always gets me: it takes longer to put everything up than it does to shop for it in the first place. Or so it does in my house. I unpack everything, putting the packaging in the appropriate recycling or trash bins. Cereals go into cereal containers, snacks are emptied into airtight pop-off lid containers, granola bars, apple sauce and fruit cups are stacked in a caddy. Yogurts are put in rows in the refrigerator based on flavor and all other non-perishables are sorted and organized in the pantry.
When it’s done, you can go in and get what you’re looking for quickly and without the need to open or get rid of packaging. It’s more space-efficient in that the amount of space it would take to fit one bag of Fritos fits three bags and there’s no need for a chip clip and things don’t go stale. It’s a lot of work when the groceries first come home, but I like having things organized, easily accessible and in containers that prevent things from going stale.
This morning I didn’t even need to say anything to my children because they found the food and got their own breakfasts. Tonight out of a need to just get out of the house for something, anything, a change of scenery, my husband went to the store. I told him to get something for breakfast the children could manage on their own and I didn’t care if it wasn’t very healthy. He came back with mini powdered donuts and mini chocolate donuts. I’d say he nailed that one. I’m hoping to sleep in until at least eight tomorrow with that much sugar sitting on the counter for the children for breakfast.
The Big Boy Update: My son watched a lot of television today. He has a bad cough but normally would want to play video games but his energy has been low. At seven-fifteen tonight he suddenly said, “turn it off” to no one in particular. He’d had enough of the television and barely protested when I told him I was going to help him get ready for bed.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter wanted to play, “bath time” today with me, which turned out to be one of her imagination verbal games. I talked her into an actual bath and let her use some of my bath salts. She got some tub toys and was playing with them when I came in at one point. She said, “mom, can you see how I’ve sorted the toys?” She had put half on one side of her and half on the other. They were: aligator car, frog, duck, octopus on one side and whistle, watering can, plane and cup on the other side. She told me, “these are things that live in water and these other things you use in water."
There are the tissues my daughter blows her nose with that the dog finds and after she’s put them down by her pillow and fallen asleep end up shredded on the floor. The cough drop my son decides he doesn’t prefer and hands to me directly, sticky from his mouth, lest he put it down on the sofa because he’s too tired to get up and throw it away. There was the coughing spell my son had last night that caused him to gag repeatedly and throw up on his bedding and their hot little sweaty bodies that need help getting changed into clean pajamas.
We’re not sending either of them to school tomorrow. They have symptoms go away but new ones crop up or old ones come back. My husband has spent close to three days now in a reclining chair in the basement, sleeping through the night. He has a cough too and has had a fever that got up high enough last night that he took a cold shower he felt so badly.
It’s coming, I’m sure of it. There’s no way I’m getting out of this unscathed. I’d love to say I have some super repellant immune system but for the last forty-nine years evidence has shown I’m just as likely to be the first to get something as the last with those I’m surrounded by. But for now, I’m glad I’m managing to hold it off, because someone had to do things around here.
We were woefully low on food in the house. We had been putting off going to the grocery store and then everyone got sick. Appetites were low so we put it off for longer but after dinner last night I had to do something so once I got the children to bed I put the long list of needed consumables in order on my phone and headed to the store.
Grocery shopping I don’t mind doing. My husband and I do the shopping equally, deciding who will go based on schedule and availability. While my the rest of my family was asleep, I went to the store and filled the cart so full I was doing some balancing of items in the end, trying to keep it all in the cart.
When I got home the unpacking and putting up had to be done. And this is the part that always gets me: it takes longer to put everything up than it does to shop for it in the first place. Or so it does in my house. I unpack everything, putting the packaging in the appropriate recycling or trash bins. Cereals go into cereal containers, snacks are emptied into airtight pop-off lid containers, granola bars, apple sauce and fruit cups are stacked in a caddy. Yogurts are put in rows in the refrigerator based on flavor and all other non-perishables are sorted and organized in the pantry.
When it’s done, you can go in and get what you’re looking for quickly and without the need to open or get rid of packaging. It’s more space-efficient in that the amount of space it would take to fit one bag of Fritos fits three bags and there’s no need for a chip clip and things don’t go stale. It’s a lot of work when the groceries first come home, but I like having things organized, easily accessible and in containers that prevent things from going stale.
This morning I didn’t even need to say anything to my children because they found the food and got their own breakfasts. Tonight out of a need to just get out of the house for something, anything, a change of scenery, my husband went to the store. I told him to get something for breakfast the children could manage on their own and I didn’t care if it wasn’t very healthy. He came back with mini powdered donuts and mini chocolate donuts. I’d say he nailed that one. I’m hoping to sleep in until at least eight tomorrow with that much sugar sitting on the counter for the children for breakfast.
The Big Boy Update: My son watched a lot of television today. He has a bad cough but normally would want to play video games but his energy has been low. At seven-fifteen tonight he suddenly said, “turn it off” to no one in particular. He’d had enough of the television and barely protested when I told him I was going to help him get ready for bed.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter wanted to play, “bath time” today with me, which turned out to be one of her imagination verbal games. I talked her into an actual bath and let her use some of my bath salts. She got some tub toys and was playing with them when I came in at one point. She said, “mom, can you see how I’ve sorted the toys?” She had put half on one side of her and half on the other. They were: aligator car, frog, duck, octopus on one side and whistle, watering can, plane and cup on the other side. She told me, “these are things that live in water and these other things you use in water."
Saturday, February 9, 2019
Pajama Day
I’m still in my pajamas. It’s almost seven at night now. I think I’m the only one in the house that doesn’t have this funk going around. My daughter got it first and was tired and slept a lot for two days. She had a big appetite though—almost more so than normal.
Then my son got it. His fever lasted for longer and he had no appetite, eating almost nothing for one day entirely. He fell asleep on the floor in different places, including near the dining room table on the hard wood floor. He wanted to sleep for a while in the middle of the traffic area in our bedroom at one point, unable or unwilling to move even when I told him I was going to wash the dog and she might jump all over him in wet puppy happiness after she was out.
Both children got better, although my daughter has a mild cough and has been blowing her nose. She went back to school on Friday while my son stayed home with the tail end of his fever. Then my husband got it—and he’s not happy about it. That bit where men are worse than women when they’re sick, that they fall apart and can’t function at all—I don’t know if it’s really true for him because he works through most things without a complaint at all. But this is rough on him.
He’s been sleeping during the day and part of the night on his reclining chair in the basement. He has no energy, although his fever has stayed at barely over one hundred. He feels awful. He came upstairs a while ago and said, “I just want this over.” Then he went downstairs to go back to sleep.
Am I incubating? I thought I was at the start of it when I got a bad migraine headache last night. My husband has had a sustained headache and a cough that’s not dry or wet sounding, sort of somewhere in-between. This morning my headache had abated and I didn’t feel more achy and painful than I usually do in the morning from my spine and back issues. Or at least that’s what I assumed. Mornings vary for me from okay to manageable to hard to get out of bed. But once I was moving I did okay.
The dog isn’t sick. She’s her happy puppy self. Happy and wanting to go outside and spend hours in the yard chewing on sticks and mulch, watching cars and people go by, smelling and hearing all the sounds of the outdoors she can. She’s so happy outside.
I went in and out of the house with the dog probably twenty times today to take her out or check on her and see if she wanted to come in (if she runs away from you that means no). And I did it all in my Christmas pajamas, sporting a big moose on my red and black pajama top.
My neighbor was out with his dog. I asked him if he thought I was well-dressed in my pajamas, rain boots and fuzzy white jacket. He said with fashions these days I could probably go out to a nice restaurant and no one would even notice.
My husband is back asleep in the basement. I’m getting the children anything we have left in the house for dinner, which isn’t a lot choice-wise because we’re about a week behind on grocery shopping. Shortly I’ll get them in their pajamas and send them off to bed too. My daughter isn’t recovering as quickly as my son, she keeps falling asleep on the couch after I put a show on the television for her to listen to.
Tomorrow hopefully everyone will be feeling better. Hopefully we’re all on the mend. And hopefully I don’t come down with it, last in my family to fall. We have a birthday dinner tomorrow I hate to have to reschedule. But if we need to, we will, we don’t want my parents to catch this. It’s no fun.
The Big Boy Update: My son was pretty unhappy we didn’t have much in the way of food for dinner here. He settled on a dinner of three corn dogs after saying no to the soup and pasta options I had. It was a good thing he agreed on the corn dogs, I didn’t have any other options to suggest.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter asked out of the blue if she could do Talking Typer this afternoon. It’s an app on her iPad they use at school to teach touch typing. She has to get 90% or higher on accuracy three times before she can move to the next lesson. She’s a fast typer, but she’s only working on the home key row (ASDF) so far. She got over 90% every time.
The I Want To Go Outside Again Dog:
Matisse loves being outside. She has ringing the bell down now. She rings it all the time. Sometimes she wants to go back out right after coming inside. She would spend most of the day out there if we didn’t bring her in from time to time. Here she is, waiting patiently to be let out again.
Then my son got it. His fever lasted for longer and he had no appetite, eating almost nothing for one day entirely. He fell asleep on the floor in different places, including near the dining room table on the hard wood floor. He wanted to sleep for a while in the middle of the traffic area in our bedroom at one point, unable or unwilling to move even when I told him I was going to wash the dog and she might jump all over him in wet puppy happiness after she was out.
Both children got better, although my daughter has a mild cough and has been blowing her nose. She went back to school on Friday while my son stayed home with the tail end of his fever. Then my husband got it—and he’s not happy about it. That bit where men are worse than women when they’re sick, that they fall apart and can’t function at all—I don’t know if it’s really true for him because he works through most things without a complaint at all. But this is rough on him.
He’s been sleeping during the day and part of the night on his reclining chair in the basement. He has no energy, although his fever has stayed at barely over one hundred. He feels awful. He came upstairs a while ago and said, “I just want this over.” Then he went downstairs to go back to sleep.
Am I incubating? I thought I was at the start of it when I got a bad migraine headache last night. My husband has had a sustained headache and a cough that’s not dry or wet sounding, sort of somewhere in-between. This morning my headache had abated and I didn’t feel more achy and painful than I usually do in the morning from my spine and back issues. Or at least that’s what I assumed. Mornings vary for me from okay to manageable to hard to get out of bed. But once I was moving I did okay.
The dog isn’t sick. She’s her happy puppy self. Happy and wanting to go outside and spend hours in the yard chewing on sticks and mulch, watching cars and people go by, smelling and hearing all the sounds of the outdoors she can. She’s so happy outside.
I went in and out of the house with the dog probably twenty times today to take her out or check on her and see if she wanted to come in (if she runs away from you that means no). And I did it all in my Christmas pajamas, sporting a big moose on my red and black pajama top.
My neighbor was out with his dog. I asked him if he thought I was well-dressed in my pajamas, rain boots and fuzzy white jacket. He said with fashions these days I could probably go out to a nice restaurant and no one would even notice.
My husband is back asleep in the basement. I’m getting the children anything we have left in the house for dinner, which isn’t a lot choice-wise because we’re about a week behind on grocery shopping. Shortly I’ll get them in their pajamas and send them off to bed too. My daughter isn’t recovering as quickly as my son, she keeps falling asleep on the couch after I put a show on the television for her to listen to.
Tomorrow hopefully everyone will be feeling better. Hopefully we’re all on the mend. And hopefully I don’t come down with it, last in my family to fall. We have a birthday dinner tomorrow I hate to have to reschedule. But if we need to, we will, we don’t want my parents to catch this. It’s no fun.
The Big Boy Update: My son was pretty unhappy we didn’t have much in the way of food for dinner here. He settled on a dinner of three corn dogs after saying no to the soup and pasta options I had. It was a good thing he agreed on the corn dogs, I didn’t have any other options to suggest.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter asked out of the blue if she could do Talking Typer this afternoon. It’s an app on her iPad they use at school to teach touch typing. She has to get 90% or higher on accuracy three times before she can move to the next lesson. She’s a fast typer, but she’s only working on the home key row (ASDF) so far. She got over 90% every time.
The I Want To Go Outside Again Dog:
Matisse loves being outside. She has ringing the bell down now. She rings it all the time. Sometimes she wants to go back out right after coming inside. She would spend most of the day out there if we didn’t bring her in from time to time. Here she is, waiting patiently to be let out again.
Friday, February 8, 2019
Wheaten Play Date
My daughter went back to school today but my son stayed home as he wasn’t fever-free yesterday and still wasn’t feeling well. My husband has this bug now and has been asleep in his chair in the basement a lot of the day. I’ve got a monster headache, which is what happened to my husband initially, so I might be on the way to being sick too. But this morning we were all having fun.
Our friend brought Theo, her Wheaten Terrier, over for a play date with Matisse. The two had met before but it was the first week we had Matisse home as a puppy and while Theo was ready to play, Matisse wasn’t quite ready yet.
We had hoped the two dogs would get along and boy did they ever. It was like they got each other. They played and romped and chased each other in the front yard for a long time. We took them to the back yard and they played some more. We got them some water and they ran back out to play more. When they looked overheated and just wanted to cool off, we brought them inside. They ate some ice and then played some more. They were tired, but they didn’t want to stop.
Theo was more dominant, but that suited Matisse just fine as she’s very submissive. Here’s a video of them at the very end when they were so tired but didn’t want to stop playing,
After they cooled down we went on a two mile walk in the park and met several people who knew they were Wheaten Terriers or had had the breed themselves.
We’re getting the dogs together again for a play date soon.
The Big Boy Update: My son was home today. He wasn’t really sick anymore but he couldn’t go back to school because he’d had a fever yesterday. With his father being sick and my busy with dog play dates and other things, he got to spend a lot of time on his Nintendo Switch. Too much time, I’m sure. He knows today was an exception though and that being sick doesn’t mean free screen time all day long.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had a substitute driver today. When she didn’t get home at the normal time today my husband checked and her GPS said she was still at school. Something had happened but no one knew what so my huband said he’d come get her. We’ve had good experiences with our drivers and are looking forward to Ms. Williams, our regular driver, to be back on Monday.
Our friend brought Theo, her Wheaten Terrier, over for a play date with Matisse. The two had met before but it was the first week we had Matisse home as a puppy and while Theo was ready to play, Matisse wasn’t quite ready yet.
We had hoped the two dogs would get along and boy did they ever. It was like they got each other. They played and romped and chased each other in the front yard for a long time. We took them to the back yard and they played some more. We got them some water and they ran back out to play more. When they looked overheated and just wanted to cool off, we brought them inside. They ate some ice and then played some more. They were tired, but they didn’t want to stop.
Theo was more dominant, but that suited Matisse just fine as she’s very submissive. Here’s a video of them at the very end when they were so tired but didn’t want to stop playing,
After they cooled down we went on a two mile walk in the park and met several people who knew they were Wheaten Terriers or had had the breed themselves.
We’re getting the dogs together again for a play date soon.
The Big Boy Update: My son was home today. He wasn’t really sick anymore but he couldn’t go back to school because he’d had a fever yesterday. With his father being sick and my busy with dog play dates and other things, he got to spend a lot of time on his Nintendo Switch. Too much time, I’m sure. He knows today was an exception though and that being sick doesn’t mean free screen time all day long.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter had a substitute driver today. When she didn’t get home at the normal time today my husband checked and her GPS said she was still at school. Something had happened but no one knew what so my huband said he’d come get her. We’ve had good experiences with our drivers and are looking forward to Ms. Williams, our regular driver, to be back on Monday.
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