School started on Monday and you know what goes hand in hand with school? The plague.
So yesterday, just for kicks, I went through my archives (handy!) to see when the plague first visited us last year. 7 days into the year. (Hello, Jinx. Have you met my friend Kyla the Idiot? I think you two will really hit it off!) And then, I awoke suddenly in the night to a small boy crying his eyes out and sounding rather like a long time smoker. The husky voice and hacking cough. Niiiice. He also said his throat hurt. Niiiiicer. So what did I do today?
Sent him to school.
Once the crisis of the night passed (the crisis of the night being the kitten holding pouncing practice on top of a sleeping BubTar at 3am), he woke up sounding a little better. He wasn't running a fever, his cough was less persistent, and he got out of bed on his own this morning, all goodish signs. It is the 4th day of school and I'd rather not start the absence loop quite so soon, and since he wasn't feverish or half-dead, I sent him in. And I'm sitting here feeling rather like a jerk. I usually don't send my kids anywhere if they are ill or suspected to be ill. With a kid like KayTar, I tend to be a little less inclined to share our germs, in the hopes that somewhere in the karmic circle somehow we will be repaid for this by OTHER parents keeping their festering little darlings at home when infectious.
I'm half-expecting the phone to ring any minute, asking me to pick up my virulent little offspring from school as soon as possible. Even if they don't, I'm kind of dreading the evening with an exhausted, under-the-weather kid, and the night, too, of course. As every parent knows, they are always sicker in the night. (If you don't know that yet, please, don't tell me. You are too lucky and you might just jinx yourself.) I haven't slept for more than a few hours a night this week and it is starting to wear on me.
I'm also questioning our choice for last day of summer celebration. The Hotbed of Microbial Growth Museum? We were kind of asking for this, weren't we? As we walked into the museum, Josh said, "So, where are the hazmat suits?" Indeed, Josh. Indeed.
Exhibit A: A Taste of Pneumovirus?
Exhibit B: Phone Call to Parainflueza?
Exhibit C: A Closer Look at Streptococci?
Exhibit D: Ironic Pinball Game With a Side of Rhinovirus?
I could go on, but I think you probably get the picture.