I thought we were immune, what with seven weeks of swine flu season behind us.
But Sunday afternoon Ruthie-5 said she didn't feel good, and by late evening she had a soaring fever. The pitiful thing. Well, pitiful ("My little head hurts!") when it it's time for another dose of Children's Advil. When under the influence of that miracle elixir, she races around the house acting like she's had a little too much sugar. Oh, to be five again.
It's been a blissful week (for me, anyway). I'm sure they missed me at work (where I spend my days sending sick kids like Ruthie home from school!).
I fell back into the old stay-home routine more easily than slipping on an old shoe, the kind you don't even have to untie first to put on. It rained a bad-hair-misty, soaking rain, so it wasn't like I would have gone out, even if I hadn't had a feverish child.
Ruthie and I watched the Hannah Montana movie. I got some laundry folded. Hung some curtains for the girls (that I bought about six months ago - why do I put off jobs that take 15 minutes??). Ruthie lost a tooth (we've only waited three years for this one (here's where she lost the other front tooth).I organized my shoes. I got to take Neal-14 to school, and pick up Libby-11 in carpool (they've been Allie-16's passengers this year). Who would have thought I'd miss car pool?
(If I had known I would be home with her for three days, I would have painted the bathroom cabinets, but I suppose that will have to wait....hopefully not until the next kid gets sick!)
Anyway, hard as this whole working thing has been, I have to say I love what's happening in our family. We appreciate each other more. We are working together more.
And I don't take days stuck at home with sick kids for granted.