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February 28, 2006

Flu!

Just now I heard the garbage truck making its rounds.

Too bad I forgot to put out the garbage can.

Fortunately, it is only about a third full, so it won’t hinder our ability to collect garbage until next week when it can be carted away. Still, it is indicative of my present mindset: a bit scatterbrained.

Last night, I hurriedly did a bunch of payroll and bill paying tasks for my brother’s company that I knew I’d need to finish by today or tomorrow. Why complete them last night? Well, my family all has the flu, so it is inevitable that at some point soon I’ll be spending some quality time with porcelain, and it won’t be a doll. I was so tired by the end of last night that I put my lip crème in my mouth instead of on it. I guess I thought it was toothpaste. Who knows?

My stomach is definitely queasy this morning, but I don’t know whether that is an impending illness or nerves about the Cat’s academic placement assessment at his new school today. Probably both.

I have a nasty cough. I am congested. But thankfully, I haven’t booted. Yet.

The Cat, on the other hand, threw up on both the guest bed and my & Husband’s bed a couple days ago. Then Spliggle covered his crib yesterday in various liquids during his afternoon nap and again at night.

The night before last, I slept on a bare mattress (but with a blanket) because the waterproof mattress cover was still in the dryer and I was too lazy to put a fitted sheet on the bed that I knew I would have to take off the next day. Meanwhile, the comforter was draped across the stairs to air-dry it after an unsuccessful attempt to use the clothes dryer on it.

Husband comforted the Cat in the guest room, but he probably didn’t get much sleep because of the Cat’s moans and snores. Last night, Spliggle was the loud one: every hour or so, he’d cry for a few minutes, then go back to sleep.

Right now, both boys are parked in their beanbags in front of the T.V.

The Cat is definitely getting better. He has been polite, but extremely sad and worried. He is scared of the stormy weather we’ve been having and is afraid of being too cold. Typically, he loves cold water and shuns sweaters, but he’s been bundling up these last few days.

I think the Cat is well enough to do the assessment today, but I am not 100% certain. On one hand, I want to get it over with! On the other hand, I don’t know how getting off an illness would affect his mood. He is calm and polite right now, so I wonder if that would be his demeanor during the evaluation or whether he’d suddenly snap. Or if I wait until the illness has completely passed, would he be too hyper with his excitement of feeling better that he wouldn’t stay on task?

Spliggle is definitely sick. So I wonder what it would “look like” to bring in a sick child to the evaluation, or whether Splig would just appear really calm. This is the time when I wish I had a nanny to just take Splig away for a couple hours! Because of the wet weather, Splig wouldn’t be playing on the playground during the evaluation, but perhaps he’d be allowed to play in a classroom? (Bring the Purell, I guess.)

I am going to see what the boys look like at noon. The evaluation is scheduled for 2:30. I imagine that if Spliggle looks completely flushed and sad or if the Cat is still mopey that we’d have to postpone.

Of course, if I throw up before then, then the decision will have been made.

UPDATE: A few things that happened that made me decide to postpone the evaluation.

We were all sitting in the family room watching “Deal or No Deal” (the Cat loves the numbers!) We were about twenty minutes into the program. The Cat was talking about the numbers. Spliggle was cuddling up against my shoulder. I was juggling the newspaper and the remote.

Suddenly, the show was over and I couldn’t find the remote. The Cat was asleep. Spliggle was still in my arm, snoring.

I don’t know whether I blacked out, or if while fumbling with the newspaper I hit the jump-to-the-end button on the TiVo as the remote slid under the coffee table.

It took five to ten minutes of looking before I found the remote (under the coffee table.) I was scared and confused.

Since the Cat fell asleep, is still coughing, and only wants “regular” milk (not chocolate) and no food whatsoever, he is still sick.

Splig is definitely sick.

And I am becoming more nauseated.

I figured I’d watch the rest of the show (after rewinding it to the part where I last remember,) and then call the school to reschedule. Husband called just then, and after I recounted our status, encouraged me to postpone.

So, the concern about the assessment will be put off to another day.

The good news of the day is that Husband put the trash can outside. Apparently, as he was getting ready to leave for his early-morning meeting, he saw our house was the only one on the block without a trash can on the curb. The across-the-street neighbor was just dragging his out.

Yay Husband for empting the kitchen trash and dragging our can to the curb!

Now I am going to go park my butt on the couch.

Posted by karianna at February 28, 2006 09:43 AM

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Posted by: Julie at March 1, 2006 10:47 AM