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Five for Friday.

July 7, 2017

It’s been a weird, tough week. But not too tough for Five for Friday! I love my little mental colander that lets me sort out the things I can throw overboard before the weekend. We don’t need no clutter ’round here, mental or otherwise!

Let’s see what we’ve got…

1 Poor Bee is home with a fever. I got the girls for dinner last night, and Bee mentioned a headache, but that’s not necessarily out of the ordinary (though I hate the near-constant pattern, poor thing). As soon as we got home, Bee went to lie down instead of towards the kitchen for food, so I knew it was serious. I checked on her a little bit later, and as I brushed back her hair, I noticed she was approximately 390°. Okay, or maybe just 101.3°, once I checked with the thermometer. Stepmom graciously allowed Bee to stay the night with me so I could take care of my sweet baby. Her temp did go down a little with some Tylenol, and it’s gone this morning, but the headache lingered. Here’s hoping it’s not an ear infection from her swim lessons!

2 I was glad for the company because I was a little afraid of sleeping alone in the house last night. Know why? The night before, my house alarm went off in the middle of the night! Scared the pants off me! I called 911 and the cops took their sweet time – more than 10 minutes to get to the house. They didn’t see anything amiss, and all the doors and windows that I could see (I wasn’t going into rooms where the doors were closed until the cops got there) were secure, but I was still scared out of my mind. That happened at 2:30 a.m. and I never went back to bed. Every time I shut off the lights and tried to close my eyes, I broke out in a sweat and started to freak out. So nope. I didn’t necessarily want Bee to be scared like that if it happened again, but I like having another person around to help me make sense of everything. I hate being alone. I can do it, I’m tough – but I hate it.

3 Which is just one reason why I hate July so much. It’s the month the girlies go to their Dad and Stepmom’s, and I have to stay home by myself. The custody arrangement flip flops. I used to love it when the girls were toddlers and I needed a break. But now the girls are older and (usually) fun to be around and I enjoy my time off with them. The arrangement has stayed the same, regardless. I just have very different feelings about it. (And so does Bee – she begged me not to make her go, but I think that might have had everything to with the fact that she got in trouble and didn’t want to face up. She knows better though – Dad, Stepmom, and I have worked hard to be a united front, so she was marched straight back over to her dad’s. No mercy! Heh.)

4 There’s a nice big reward at the end of the month for those of us who make it through. I purchased our tickets to go home! It’s the same week we’ve gone since time out of mind – nothing ever changes in our family routine – so we’ll be vacationing the first week of August, like always, including the weekends on either sides, like always. I’m so excited, I have perpetual Kermit-arms over here!!! I can’t wait for our family cookout and to catch up with cousins and see family and friends and hear everyone talk with the right accent and have a break from this insipid heat and eat some real fish & chips… oh my god, the list is my happy place! Kim asked me what the girls were the most excited about, and I didn’t have an answer, although honest-to-god, it might be packing. HA! Prepping for and anticipating the vacation is at least half the fun!

5 I think besides catching up with my favorite people, what I am most looking forward to is our vacation-within-our-vacation. My sister Kim graciously sprang for a cabin in New Hampshire at Weirs Beach. It’s the same property (if not the same house) that my family has vacationed in since I was a little girl, and we’ve stayed there with the girls before. We have all the fun! It’s a 2-minute walk from the boardwalk, there’s a beach, arcades, mini golf, bumper cars, tiny little tourist shops, boat rides… I fell asleep last night daydreaming that we were there and having fun doing all of the things we’ll get to do in a little less than a month. And having our vacation-within-a-vacation smack dab in the middle of our trip home is so well-planned because I’m sure by then we’ll be ready to get away from my parents’ house for awhile. I love my parents, but seeing how sick my mom is…it’s harder than words could ever describe. And my dad is…well. He’s the same as he’s ever been. I sacrifice my children as buffers. (Sorry childrens.) So the vacation will break all of that up, and still give us enough time on the back side of the trip to get back in good graces with the parents and aunts after leaving for a few days. Oh! And my brother was able to take that entire week off from work, so the girls will have fun hanging out with their crazy uncle! I am really, really, really looking forward to going home!

And that is a very happy place to leave our 5 For Friday! Hopefully the fun and excitement carries me through today and spits me out the other side ready for some fun this weekend! What do YOU have planned? Anything fun?


What relief sounds like.

October 7, 2009

“The doctor said Bee just has an ear infection.” Oh thank god. I can sleep tonight. Oh – and also she doesn’t have flu, yes, of course.

In other news: Bee isn’t letting an annoying little thing like a fever get in the way of holding her own with her big sister. I overheard the following, for which a referee surely would have called “taunting” had the outcome been at all lopsided:

Gracie: “Well, I can count to one hundred.”
Bee: “Well, I can count to FIVE.”

A mother’s worry is never spent.

October 6, 2009

Bee baby and I were home sick yesterday. The poor thing came down with a fever on Saturday afternoon and she has yet to shake it. It never got too terribly high – it would bounce between 100.3 and 101.5 – but it was persistent, all the same. Bee would run around and be happy…and then all of a sudden stop and cry and whine that she didn’t feel good. I’d dose her full of Tylenol, and then off she’d go again. She was a little tired, a little cranky, but otherwise perfectly normal.

At first, I wasn’t too worried. Bee is my baby who is prone to fevers. She gets the slightest bit stuffy and she’ll heat up just to the point where she’s booted from daycare. Gracie was never like that. If she had a fever, it was high (103.7 wasn’t uncommon) and it was because of her ears. When Gracie outgrew her frequent ear infections, she pretty much outgrew her fevers. But she still had them often enough to inoculate me to the worries that accompany said fevers.

Until last night. I should have known better. Bee had been feverish for over 24 hours already. She wasn’t coughing, she didn’t have a runny nose (not too much any way), her fever wasn’t that high, and she certainly wasn’t lethargic. I had no reason to think it was the flu. But: nine people have died in the metroplex during the past few weeks. Some of them perfectly healthy people without any underlying health concerns. The refrain in those stories seemed to be how quickly the situation escalated. That was how I found myself – a mom who uses a thermometer once during the duration of a cold just to certify the child is feverish – pulling out the thermometer every three hours to check on Bee’s exact temperature. And I found myself getting out of bed every two hours (and waking even more frequently) to stumble across the house and check to make sure Bee hadn’t grown worse in her sleep. I feel like a pro at most childhood illnesses by now; I was struck by how worried I was suddenly, brought on by all the media hoopla. This isn’t anything worse than the regular flu, I told myself. People die from that all the time. Relax. Sleep. Kiss your worry up to God or whoever and let it go.

Bee was just the same in the morning: feverish and energetic (although she did take a nice nap after lunch). I’m sure the virus will run it’s course and any time now would be fine with me. We’re going on Day 4 and I’m just about done. If people really want to do something about health care reform, they will hand out lifetime supplies of Xanax to moms when they leave the hospital. In the meantime, the fumes from the Germ-X are working juuuuuuust fine.