We're sick. Yes, again. Because that's what we do now. We run fevers and get sinus infections and croup and upper respiratory infections. We politely pass them back and forth to each other. We buy Kleenex and Tylenol and Benadryl and saline every time we go to Target...just in case. We have the pediatrician's number on speed dial. And I don't think anyone has been completely well in six months.
I'm blaming the school.
The school that is sort of starting to wear on me. Yes, already.
Do they ever stop sending home flyers needing crap from parents?
In October alone, we have 1) a fundraiser ("our goal is for every kid to sell 10 items"...they're four, people. That means I'm selling ten items.); 2) a carnival ("please sign up to bring two bags of individually-wrapped candy per child"); 3) the pumpkin patch ("please send money for your child's pumpkin"...that you will then have to deal with either carving or painting) and 4) the class party ("please sign up to bring treats for your child's class").
That's just the school's crap. That's not real Halloween and real pumpkin patch and real pumpkin decorating. That's not Gavin's birthday which is two days after Halloween. That's not the work potluck and the work pumpkin decorating contest.
I'm about to be to Halloween as Ebeneezer Scrooge is to Christmas. Bah humbug!
(I mentioned we're sick, right? And that translates to an excused period of whiny and bitchy, correct? Great. Thanks.)
(Oh, and in a pause from the whiny and bitchy, Jimmy felt Vivian kick for the first time last night and that was just super awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.)
(Ok, back to hot tea and hating my ears, nose, and throat.)
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