I should have expected it. We had an extra-long weekend, followed by a short week that was interrupted by a pre-schooler visiting the classroom for two half days and a substitute teacher for two afternoons and a whole day (because we had no daycare this week). My poor students haven't really had a chance. No class of students could sustain a great attitude towards their learning in those circumstances.
I wasn't though. I had my head buried thoroughly in the sand.
So I spent my morning frustrated with incomplete work and getting behind on hot dog day.
On top of a week that was absolutely murder for students' learning we had hot dog day today. It was my choice. I figured we could use the extra fundraising money to buy board games for the classroom, which will make rainy day recesses much more enjoyable. So when this Friday's hot dog cooking was up for grabs I nabbed it.
I was thinking that at the end of a week like this, there was no way any of my students would be interested in working. So we might as well make the most of the half-day and earn some money.
Oy vey! I need to have my head examined.
The best thing about a less-than-stellar day is that tomorrow (Monday, in this case) is a fresh start... with no mistakes in it. And we earned enough money to buy a whole set of games. Now I have to clean up the mess before heading home.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Cwimbing
"I'm cwimbing over the wocks, Mama!" shouted my delighted son this afternoon.
Daycare is closed again due to paint fumes in the building after a complete paint job on the weekend. When we went to pick up LK and Fi we discovered that it's now closed for the rest of the week. Today Jo and I enjoyed a lovely afternoon together (after a foolish attempt to teach and supervise my son at the same time this morning - what was I thinking?).
Today we wandered down to the lake and threw rocks into the water. Jo decided that it was time to do a little rock climbing. So we trekked along the lake shore with Jo taking the hard way over all the big rocks and fallen trees so he could exercise his climbing skills.
Since he cannot pronounce his "l" sounds, his dialogue (which was a running commentary on everything he did and saw) was very Elmer Fudd-like. I just wandered along behind him and enjoyed the chatter.
We certainly can't take him bird-watching or hunting, as his commentary will warn critters of his presence for miles. But listening to him share his ideas and thoughts so freely is a delightful way to spend a few hours on a sunny spring afternoon.
Daycare is closed again due to paint fumes in the building after a complete paint job on the weekend. When we went to pick up LK and Fi we discovered that it's now closed for the rest of the week. Today Jo and I enjoyed a lovely afternoon together (after a foolish attempt to teach and supervise my son at the same time this morning - what was I thinking?).
Today we wandered down to the lake and threw rocks into the water. Jo decided that it was time to do a little rock climbing. So we trekked along the lake shore with Jo taking the hard way over all the big rocks and fallen trees so he could exercise his climbing skills.
Since he cannot pronounce his "l" sounds, his dialogue (which was a running commentary on everything he did and saw) was very Elmer Fudd-like. I just wandered along behind him and enjoyed the chatter.
We certainly can't take him bird-watching or hunting, as his commentary will warn critters of his presence for miles. But listening to him share his ideas and thoughts so freely is a delightful way to spend a few hours on a sunny spring afternoon.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Dragonflies
This spring has been marked by curious weather. First we had less snow than usual to melt during the spring runoff, then weeks and weeks of no rain. So although the temperatures were gorgeous, things stayed more beige than green for quite a while after the snow disappeared.
Then we had a few good soakings of rain and everything exploded into green. More sun, more showers, more green. But we haven't had the day-after-day of grey skies and downpours that we experienced last spring. Maybe last spring was the curious weather.
Anyway, the curious weather has led to a massive hatching of dragonflies over the past week. They are literally filling the skies. It is gorgeous, and a bit freaky. I am not sure if this is a normal occurrence this time of year, and last year was too wet and cold for a good hatching, or if the dry weather and sunshine this year has a bounty.
We have been observing them thrum about; living helicopters. The Sprouts (mostly Fi) have been full of questions about them. So we did a google search this afternoon and learned all sorts of interesting things.
We learned that the water bugs that Jo was picking up and throwing around in the lake this afternoon are actually dragonfly larvae. They can live up to two years as larvae, wintering under the ice, unless a little boy comes tromping into their lake and throws them about wildly. They adults live up to six months in our climate, as they are killed off by cooler temperatures in the fall (if they survive all the birds and little boys throughout the summer). In some places dragonflies can live up to five years!
As we did our research, Fi was reading over my shoulder faster than I. She kept reading interesting phrases out loud to me. What would we do without google to help us find answers to our questions? As a parent to a very curious little girl it is an essential tool to finding answers and feeding that amazing curiosity.
Today dragonflies, tomorrow...
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Verdant
Summer seems to be here. The greens have changed from fresh French hues tracing the outline of trees to a lush, deep solid blanket of colour coating everything that isn't water. The songbirds are in full voice all day long, from dawn to dusk (which is long indeed with sunrise at 5:22 am and sunset at 9:06 pm). The sky in filled with dragonflies this morning, hunting for prey.
I have recently become a lover of dragonflies. Not only do they have a surreal beauty and look so graceful in flight, they are the best bug repellent there is. So a sky full of them flitting around is a thing of beauty.
LK is back from his run, Fi is practicing her drawing and Jo is mucking about, just happy to be outside. We are all sitting out in front of the house (I love wireless) enjoying the non-people sounds.
What more could I ask for on a long weekend?
I have recently become a lover of dragonflies. Not only do they have a surreal beauty and look so graceful in flight, they are the best bug repellent there is. So a sky full of them flitting around is a thing of beauty.
LK is back from his run, Fi is practicing her drawing and Jo is mucking about, just happy to be outside. We are all sitting out in front of the house (I love wireless) enjoying the non-people sounds.
What more could I ask for on a long weekend?
Friday, May 21, 2010
I Believe in Miracles
After a very difficult week, and a morning that was spilled deeper into chaos with each moment I was on the very cusp of bursting into tears. Fierce blinking and deep breaths helped keep them in check, but I wasn't sure I could make it to the end of the day.
We had a community bike event that many, but not all students were involved in this morning starting at 10. Those students who were participating did not actually bring the learning parts of their brains with them this morning. The three students left behind with me were sad, but consoled with some quiet free time. The bike event had a clear start, but no real end. Students wandered in and out for half an hour before lunch. It was foolish to even attempt to get any work done (I know because I tried- foolishly I thought we would get some learning done today).
When lunch arrived, our food did not. Our hot dog order had been missed, they were short on chips and hot dogs and my grumpy class didn't cope very well. The teacher in charge of hot dogs today came to the classroom with apologies and tried to sort out getting some food into everyone. She was met with demands for money returned and less than gracious attitudes.
While the hot dog fiasco was being sorted out I had to dash to the daycare to pick up the little Sprout because the daycare closed early today, as it is being painted this weekend and they needed to get things set up. So I rushed out to get him and hurried him back to the school to see what had happened in the classroom in my absence.
When I got back, the classroom was empty and I have no idea if everyone go fed. But I knew they would probably still be cranky when they came in from recess. More tears welling and lots of blinking later, I was completely unable to come up with a 'educational' plan for the afternoon that I had any confidence would not end in disaster.
Then, a small miracle. Fearless Leader walked into my room at 12:50 and said, "One," with a great big grin on his face. Early dismissal!
If there was ever a day when I needed it, it was today.
We had a community bike event that many, but not all students were involved in this morning starting at 10. Those students who were participating did not actually bring the learning parts of their brains with them this morning. The three students left behind with me were sad, but consoled with some quiet free time. The bike event had a clear start, but no real end. Students wandered in and out for half an hour before lunch. It was foolish to even attempt to get any work done (I know because I tried- foolishly I thought we would get some learning done today).
When lunch arrived, our food did not. Our hot dog order had been missed, they were short on chips and hot dogs and my grumpy class didn't cope very well. The teacher in charge of hot dogs today came to the classroom with apologies and tried to sort out getting some food into everyone. She was met with demands for money returned and less than gracious attitudes.
While the hot dog fiasco was being sorted out I had to dash to the daycare to pick up the little Sprout because the daycare closed early today, as it is being painted this weekend and they needed to get things set up. So I rushed out to get him and hurried him back to the school to see what had happened in the classroom in my absence.
When I got back, the classroom was empty and I have no idea if everyone go fed. But I knew they would probably still be cranky when they came in from recess. More tears welling and lots of blinking later, I was completely unable to come up with a 'educational' plan for the afternoon that I had any confidence would not end in disaster.
Then, a small miracle. Fearless Leader walked into my room at 12:50 and said, "One," with a great big grin on his face. Early dismissal!
If there was ever a day when I needed it, it was today.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Mothering
I was discouraged this morning. I have had two really bad rounds with a nasty cold this year. In the fall it was 5 weeks of coughing and misery, including losing my voice, before I was feeling normal again. This spring I broke down after 3 weeks and went to the Clinic to be checked out. Diagnosis was a flu with perhaps some infection. A round of antibiotics later I was feeling fabulous.
After weeks of slipping into deeper misery each day recovering is a miraculous feeling. Interesting, I only have the flu, imagine what battling cancer is like. Dumbfounds me. I enjoyed six whole days of vibrant health. No coughing, no sore muscles, no sore nose! It was sweet, sweet bliss.
Then Saturday night a new cold arrived like a load of sand in my sinuses. I was miserable, again. Yesterday I dragged myself through a school day that felt like a long pointless battle. Then I went back to the Clinic. Diagnosis this time, allergies or a cold. I pray it's a cold because allergies is a lifelong sentence.
Anyway, I had a bad night's sleep and was not even remotely able to deal with a day out in the sun today (Field day at school). So I used one of my last few sick days and stayed home. One sad movie and a box of Kleenex later I was teary and mopey.
What does a girl do when she just can't get it together? Call her mom. Which I did. And she did what she does best. She listened to me natter on and on about minor, trivial details in my life long enough to perk up and get some perspective.
What would we do without our mothers to listen and give encouragement?
After weeks of slipping into deeper misery each day recovering is a miraculous feeling. Interesting, I only have the flu, imagine what battling cancer is like. Dumbfounds me. I enjoyed six whole days of vibrant health. No coughing, no sore muscles, no sore nose! It was sweet, sweet bliss.
Then Saturday night a new cold arrived like a load of sand in my sinuses. I was miserable, again. Yesterday I dragged myself through a school day that felt like a long pointless battle. Then I went back to the Clinic. Diagnosis this time, allergies or a cold. I pray it's a cold because allergies is a lifelong sentence.
Anyway, I had a bad night's sleep and was not even remotely able to deal with a day out in the sun today (Field day at school). So I used one of my last few sick days and stayed home. One sad movie and a box of Kleenex later I was teary and mopey.
What does a girl do when she just can't get it together? Call her mom. Which I did. And she did what she does best. She listened to me natter on and on about minor, trivial details in my life long enough to perk up and get some perspective.
What would we do without our mothers to listen and give encouragement?
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Showers of Blessings
The past few weeks have made me feel richly cared for.
First, LK and I were planning to purchase a water cooler for the pantry. We have had enough of buying bottled drinking water and boiling cooking water. It's expensive, creates lots of garbage, and takes up lots of counter space. So we were looking at the options and working through our research.
Then Fearless Leader walks up to LK at school and says that they are getting rid of the water coolers in the halls, do we want one for the house? We can have two empty jugs as well so we don't have to worry about deposits either.
Showers falling.
Next, LK and I have been working madly at school all day this year, then packing up everything not-yet-done and bringing it home to finish after the Sprouts are in bed. That has meant he worked on the computer upstairs and I work on the laptop downstairs (we do most of our school work on computer). It has been easy for me to carry my machine to work, but a hassle to print everything. LK has been writing all his stuff on paper at school and then entering it in at home. Not really a big deal, but adds time to an already more than nine-hour day. Any little efficiency helps.
Then Fearless Leader walks into our classrooms and asks if we are interested in laptops for our classrooms. Seems some were sent to the school for teachers to use. He thought we might like to use some. And, by the way they are working on getting the elementary wing hooked up to the server and online.
Showers falling.
Then, comes the day for the anticipated/dreaded blue envelopes. Offers of employment and polite statements that services are no longer required all come into staff mailboxes in a blue envelope with one sheet of formal school stationary inside. LK and I both receive offers to stay next year, with the phrase "we are delighted to offer you" in them.
Showers falling.
Now the sun is shining. We cleaned out the car and mowed the lawn this afternoon. LK is out shooting with his camera (which he hasn't done in ages) while the Sprouts are outside playing with friends. I can hear them chattering outside the open windows; voices rising and falling with plots and plans for games.
I feel like God has opened heaven and poured out his Grace and Love all over my family. I feel soaked to the bone with His Love.
Showers falling to nourish and bless.
Life is very good.
First, LK and I were planning to purchase a water cooler for the pantry. We have had enough of buying bottled drinking water and boiling cooking water. It's expensive, creates lots of garbage, and takes up lots of counter space. So we were looking at the options and working through our research.
Then Fearless Leader walks up to LK at school and says that they are getting rid of the water coolers in the halls, do we want one for the house? We can have two empty jugs as well so we don't have to worry about deposits either.
Showers falling.
Next, LK and I have been working madly at school all day this year, then packing up everything not-yet-done and bringing it home to finish after the Sprouts are in bed. That has meant he worked on the computer upstairs and I work on the laptop downstairs (we do most of our school work on computer). It has been easy for me to carry my machine to work, but a hassle to print everything. LK has been writing all his stuff on paper at school and then entering it in at home. Not really a big deal, but adds time to an already more than nine-hour day. Any little efficiency helps.
Then Fearless Leader walks into our classrooms and asks if we are interested in laptops for our classrooms. Seems some were sent to the school for teachers to use. He thought we might like to use some. And, by the way they are working on getting the elementary wing hooked up to the server and online.
Showers falling.
Then, comes the day for the anticipated/dreaded blue envelopes. Offers of employment and polite statements that services are no longer required all come into staff mailboxes in a blue envelope with one sheet of formal school stationary inside. LK and I both receive offers to stay next year, with the phrase "we are delighted to offer you" in them.
Showers falling.
Now the sun is shining. We cleaned out the car and mowed the lawn this afternoon. LK is out shooting with his camera (which he hasn't done in ages) while the Sprouts are outside playing with friends. I can hear them chattering outside the open windows; voices rising and falling with plots and plans for games.
I feel like God has opened heaven and poured out his Grace and Love all over my family. I feel soaked to the bone with His Love.
Showers falling to nourish and bless.
Life is very good.
Split Personality
The time of year had come where I feel divided in three.
One part of me is trying desperately to keep working hard on the last few weeks of this school year. This part is tired. This part is ready to say goodbye to this group of students and send them on to new challenges with a new teacher.
The second part of me is starting to think about next year. My order is handed in, job offer accepted, and ideas for how to improve things in the classroom are starting to roll. This part is excited. The excitement is growing bigger every day.
The third part of me is focusing on summer holidays. We have booked camp sites for our travels. The ownership for the trailer arrived. I am thinking about a trip to the city for summer clothes. This part of me is hopping with anticipation.
The only problem with a split personality is that none of me seems to be able to get organized and use time well. So I spend endless time wasted puttering on less-than-urgent tasks while urgent tasks get neglected. Next year's schedule gets retooled endlessly while today's marking sits ignored in my in-box.
I wonder if my head will explode from the tornado of ideas whirling around. Hopefully it will all just stay simmering until June 18.
One part of me is trying desperately to keep working hard on the last few weeks of this school year. This part is tired. This part is ready to say goodbye to this group of students and send them on to new challenges with a new teacher.
The second part of me is starting to think about next year. My order is handed in, job offer accepted, and ideas for how to improve things in the classroom are starting to roll. This part is excited. The excitement is growing bigger every day.
The third part of me is focusing on summer holidays. We have booked camp sites for our travels. The ownership for the trailer arrived. I am thinking about a trip to the city for summer clothes. This part of me is hopping with anticipation.
The only problem with a split personality is that none of me seems to be able to get organized and use time well. So I spend endless time wasted puttering on less-than-urgent tasks while urgent tasks get neglected. Next year's schedule gets retooled endlessly while today's marking sits ignored in my in-box.
I wonder if my head will explode from the tornado of ideas whirling around. Hopefully it will all just stay simmering until June 18.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Undeserved
It is our 14th anniversary today. My darling spouse, in completely normal fashion, made me breakfast (which he does every morning), slipped a completely thoughtful card into my lunch bag, and cooked a yummilicious supper for us all tonight (which he also does every night). I am completely pampered, not just today, but every day.
How did this man end up with me? What could I possible have done to merit that care and love that he has shown day-in and day-out for 14 years? Nothing. I am not remotely worthy of his love or devotion. But he gives it anyway. It is a gift that dumbfounds me.
His faithful patient love is an inspiration to me. He inspires me to stand back up when I fall down and try harder to be worth the love and patience that he lives. He lives a piece of the love and care that my Saviour has for his bride. That makes it easy for me to believe that Christ loves his church - if my husband's broken love is that constant and trustworthy. How much more is the love of Christ?
14 years is nothing to shake a stick at. Not a lot of marriages make it that far anymore. That is 14 years of support, faithfulness, patience, and encouragement. I think that my spouse is well on his way to earning a nomination for sainthood. He has put up with my increasingly scattered brain for 14 years!
So, from a wife who is blessed with a husband she really doesn't deserve, but is deeply thankful for;
How did this man end up with me? What could I possible have done to merit that care and love that he has shown day-in and day-out for 14 years? Nothing. I am not remotely worthy of his love or devotion. But he gives it anyway. It is a gift that dumbfounds me.
His faithful patient love is an inspiration to me. He inspires me to stand back up when I fall down and try harder to be worth the love and patience that he lives. He lives a piece of the love and care that my Saviour has for his bride. That makes it easy for me to believe that Christ loves his church - if my husband's broken love is that constant and trustworthy. How much more is the love of Christ?
14 years is nothing to shake a stick at. Not a lot of marriages make it that far anymore. That is 14 years of support, faithfulness, patience, and encouragement. I think that my spouse is well on his way to earning a nomination for sainthood. He has put up with my increasingly scattered brain for 14 years!
So, from a wife who is blessed with a husband she really doesn't deserve, but is deeply thankful for;
Happy Anniversary, love!
Thank you for choosing me, not just 14 years ago,
but every day.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Treaty Day
Today is Treaty Day. That is one of two days a year on which treaty annuities are distributed according to the numbered treaties signed between the Canadian government and various groups of First Nations peoples. My students call it "Five Bucks Day".
Since each First Nations individual is required to show up in person to receive their annuity, most of the workplaces on the Rez are closed. Therefore, we have no school. There are two treaty days a year, one in October and one in May.
The point is, we have a day together as a family. We were planning to head into town to get a few errands done that need to be completed during business hours; plates for the trailer, new driver's licence photo for me, etc. We hoped the skies would clear enough for a picnic and some play time in the park, too. However, when I got home from my run (in the rain) I was greeted with the news that Fi has the runs.
We're staying home.
Just the thought of an hour in the car each way with a small child who will likely need to stop to use a tree several times gives me chills. It just isn't worth getting those errands done. They will have to wait for a payday Friday.
So, no we have an open day. The weather is wet, grey and miserable - a canoe ride is out, as are bike rides and a hike. It looks like we are staying inside too. Hmmm, what is in the craft box?
Since each First Nations individual is required to show up in person to receive their annuity, most of the workplaces on the Rez are closed. Therefore, we have no school. There are two treaty days a year, one in October and one in May.
The point is, we have a day together as a family. We were planning to head into town to get a few errands done that need to be completed during business hours; plates for the trailer, new driver's licence photo for me, etc. We hoped the skies would clear enough for a picnic and some play time in the park, too. However, when I got home from my run (in the rain) I was greeted with the news that Fi has the runs.
We're staying home.
Just the thought of an hour in the car each way with a small child who will likely need to stop to use a tree several times gives me chills. It just isn't worth getting those errands done. They will have to wait for a payday Friday.
So, no we have an open day. The weather is wet, grey and miserable - a canoe ride is out, as are bike rides and a hike. It looks like we are staying inside too. Hmmm, what is in the craft box?
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Six Weeks
At the six week mark it is officially okay to start counting down to summer. This weekend I am amazed at how long that six weeks stretches ahead. A long, straight road that shimmers with the heat (not the heat outside, its rainy and cold today) and only fades at the horizon.
I feel pretty crummy tonight. I am draggy and tired. My throat scratches. The coughing just won't stop. My teeth are sore (which I think is connected to the sore throat). In short, miserable.
I really want to climb into soft flannel jammies, snuggle up under my covers and turn out the light for a week. I want to close my eyes and not hear or feel anything for seven days of blissful rest.
Since I can't do that I have been going to bed at ridiculously early hours this week. In fact three nights ago, I put my jammies on as soon as the Sprouts were tucked in. I made myself wait to climb into bed until Fi's lights were out. But I think I was out cold within minutes.
When I am struggling to stay up until my kids are in bed, six weeks seems eternally long.
However, it will be six busy, exciting weeks. And they will fly by. And I will even get a bit teary when it is time to say goodbye to this class for the last time in June. I always do.
Now if I could just kick this infestation of germs in my throat I would enjoy the ride a whole lot more.
I feel pretty crummy tonight. I am draggy and tired. My throat scratches. The coughing just won't stop. My teeth are sore (which I think is connected to the sore throat). In short, miserable.
I really want to climb into soft flannel jammies, snuggle up under my covers and turn out the light for a week. I want to close my eyes and not hear or feel anything for seven days of blissful rest.
Since I can't do that I have been going to bed at ridiculously early hours this week. In fact three nights ago, I put my jammies on as soon as the Sprouts were tucked in. I made myself wait to climb into bed until Fi's lights were out. But I think I was out cold within minutes.
When I am struggling to stay up until my kids are in bed, six weeks seems eternally long.
However, it will be six busy, exciting weeks. And they will fly by. And I will even get a bit teary when it is time to say goodbye to this class for the last time in June. I always do.
Now if I could just kick this infestation of germs in my throat I would enjoy the ride a whole lot more.
Gadget Gift
His gifts are always thoughtful, and reflect my interest and taste of the moment. He is very skilled at gift-giving. He often surprises us with little tokens of love out of the blue (chocolate for me, a magazine for Fi, toy cars for Jo). He is the gift king in our house!
Yesterday, he came home from his trip to town. I put on my shoes to go help unload the car and he asked, "What are you doing?" with a silly grin on his face.
"Helping unload the car," I replied with a bit of a "Duh!' tone in my voice.
"Well," he says, "Your Mother's Day-anniversary-birthday present is in the car. Do you want to see it now?" (All three celebrations are within a month of one another.)
Silly, adorable man. Of course I want to see it now!
He trekked out to the car and came back bearing a large appliance box. Not dryer sized, but big enough to hide Jo behind it. It was a standing mixer.
Some background here, for those of you who have not yet met my inner domestic goddess (yes, even I have one). Living way out in the bush means no quick trips to the grocery stores for 2-Bite Brownies, and runs to Tim's for a danish, etc. It means that if you don't have it you don't eat it. This is very good for the waistline. It is very good for cultivating patience.
It has also caused a change in my taste. I used to be a chocolate or sweets in volume kind of girl. The chocolaty-er the better, as far as I could see. I don't think that way anymore. I have become fussy. In fact, I now prefer the brownies I labour over at home to those in the coffee shop (even the fancy ones in the fancy coffee shop). I would rather craft my own banana bread and eat it warm with butter melting off the edges than buy a piece. I have been itching to try homemade bread again - and have been ogling bread machines. And since last summer where we had homemade pizzas on homemade pizza dough at my parents, I have had a craving to try my own hand at it.
So, with all this in mind, my deeply adored spouse did his research (which is standard pre-purchase protocol in our house) and found a gorgeous standing mixer ON SALE for Mother's Day.
So good on so many levels; sale price, high quality, and capable of mixing bread and pizza dough just to name a few. Think double batches. Think multi-tasking (oh be still my beating heart)!
He prefaced the opening of the box with a request for me to think about whether I really wanted it before opening it. So I waited until after dinner. Then we broke that baby out and placed it on the counter.
My, oh my.
I think I understand the thing guys have with their car or bike. I have a new respect for Nigella. This mixer is SEXY.
I spent the first part of my evening researching online. Then I made Mark Bittman's banana bread (from How to Cook Everything) with it. The making was fun, and even easier than making by hand. The eating was divine - and I was able to restrain myself to one slice. This is truly the best banana bread on the planet; having both coconut and walnuts in it as well as the requisite bananas.
Clean up was a breeze. And it sits on the counter looking sleek. It's calling to me this morning. What will you make with me today, Emily? Are you ready to try bread? Pizza dough? Cinnamon buns?
I may expire from the options. I will definitely be baking this afternoon.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Saturday Morning
There are germs everywhere!
Fiona, Josiah, and I have been coughing for weeks. Fi has developed tonsillitis and is on a 10-day regimen of penicillin. But Jo and I are officially 'healthy'. How is that possible with both of us hacking up parts of lungs daily? Apparently since there is no swelling and gunk in our throats, we are healthy. Interesting definition. I consider feeling well, and a lack of coughing an important part of being healthy. But what do I know?
Anyway, there are lots of germs. I am starting to get a bit paranoid about them. Perhaps we are just reinfecting each other with the same thing over and over again. So, today my project is to clean. Not just straighten and tidy, but scrub and disinfect.
LK has gone into town on his own to do the Saturday errands. I am staying home with the Sprouts. They needed to sleep in pretty badly. Thankfully they did. So, they are much less cranky than they have been all week. That means the cleaning can commence.
But first we need to finish the morning tea and Facebook check.
Fiona, Josiah, and I have been coughing for weeks. Fi has developed tonsillitis and is on a 10-day regimen of penicillin. But Jo and I are officially 'healthy'. How is that possible with both of us hacking up parts of lungs daily? Apparently since there is no swelling and gunk in our throats, we are healthy. Interesting definition. I consider feeling well, and a lack of coughing an important part of being healthy. But what do I know?
Anyway, there are lots of germs. I am starting to get a bit paranoid about them. Perhaps we are just reinfecting each other with the same thing over and over again. So, today my project is to clean. Not just straighten and tidy, but scrub and disinfect.
LK has gone into town on his own to do the Saturday errands. I am staying home with the Sprouts. They needed to sleep in pretty badly. Thankfully they did. So, they are much less cranky than they have been all week. That means the cleaning can commence.
But first we need to finish the morning tea and Facebook check.
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