Because this week has been too… good? absurd? amusing?… not to share. And good God, it’s not even over yet.
Out of nowhere, Joe woke up with a serious sinus infection. Poor thing had that “sick face,” just blech, where you can tell before he says a word that he’s under the weather. So we stayed home while Angie went on an all-day playdate. Joe lounged and we binge-watched Mythbusters.
Sometime Saturday afternoon, Joe swallowed a penny. Sure did. A few moments of high drama during which he was gagging and I had no idea what was happening. Is he going to throw up? Is he choking? Is it from his sinuses? Is he just coughing? The whole thing lasted less than a minute, then he was fine. I felt a few new gray hairs develop.
Once we were calm and sitting on the couch, he told me he had swallowed a penny. He was so sad. I contacted the BC/BS nurse line, the pediatrician and Dr. Google. The consensus basically was, as long as it went down, he should be fine, watch and wait.
Sick day. Quiet. No penny.
Long, busy workday before the Hobby Lobby Supreme Court arguments, piles of work to finish, press calls, planning, etc.
Got a call from the school nurse: Joe got a scratch on his forehead during gym class. He’s fine.
Ran out at 5:15 to pick up the kids, buy them McDonalds (which you know I don’t often do), bring ’em back to the office and finish up. They were weirdly enthusiastic about the whole thing. “It ain’t that exciting, kids.”
We got home just after 8:00. As soon as we walked in, Joe pooped. He and I just stood there and stared at it until I said, “Joe. There’s a big stick in the kitchen (because of course there is). Go get it.” Then, surely the highlight of my week, I poked around in his poop, looking for that penny, thinking to myself, “Tell me about substantial burdens and compelling interests.” The search was… fruitless. Ahem.
Hobby Lobby arguments. I had to get to the court super-early, so our neighbor, whose kids go to the same school took Joe and Angie. Joe was annoyed by the change in routine.
Couldn’t find a cab for love or money, then the cabbie asked “which Supreme Court” I wanted. Caught me off-guard. “The… big one. By the Capitol.” Stood out in the cold and snow with thousands of other people from 8:30a-1:30p. Words can’t touch how frozen to the core I was. Frozen through and through. Princess Anna frozen.
Got a call from the school nurse: The health form she has is out of date, please bring another.
The PTA for the kids’ old elementary school was having a fundraiser dinner at Haydee’s in Mt. Pleasant. They danced with friends, I chatted up the parents, they had quesadillas, I had margaritas (and might have eaten, but who knows and who cares).
On the way out, I was still a little damp from being out all day and it was still so cold. I had a short but intense freakout, where I just could not stand being cold for a moment more. “SERIOUSLY. I am SO. TIRED. of being cold. CANNOT. ANYMORE.”
My feet still felt cold.
Comparatively calm at work. You know when The Big Thing happens at work, The Big Thing you spent months planning for is over, and part of you has no idea what to do after? Just blink and stare at the papers and to-do lists scattered all over your desk.
Got a call from the school nurse: Angie fell down in class and got a bloody nose. She’s fine.
Saw in the my email that “Scooby-Doo Live! Musical Mysteries” was at the Warner Theatre that night, one show. First had to figure what to do about Peapod delivery slated for the same time. Learned from customer service that I’ve been “a great customer for ten years” – I had no idea – so the nice man whispered I was last on the route.
Bought the tickets and was all excited to show the kids. Angie was delighted. Joe was annoyed because “I don’t like musicals! I like movies!” Oh, shush. Both loved it, though complained that I wouldn’t buy them the overpriced merch. “You got to go to a special fun show on a school night, and cotton candy. Mommy loves you, but now you need to stop.” By the time we got home, they had come around and since then have talked about how much they enjoyed it.
Joe is annoyed that we’re not doing anything tonight. All I want to do is go home and sit quietly.
Got a call from the school nurse: Joe and a friend bonked heads during recess. He’s fine.