I have been bone tired. I have been working many extra shifts this past few weeks and I have a few weeks to go. The money is lovely but I really wanted to sleep in on Friday morning and send the boys to the babysitter. It was not in the cards because Baby A had
the Coxsackie virus. It was so annoying because he never got really sick but he had to be away from all other kids. It is supposed to be pretty virulent but Wildman never got it. On Friday, I craved to rest but I was instead a homebound cruise director for two bored boys. I never saw a kid with the Coxsackie virus but my mother has talked about the disease all the time since I was a kid. She used to always ask the doctor when I was a kid if he thought I had it. My Mom has a heavy heavy New York accent. I think every time my kids aresick she says, �Are you shure it�s not the Kasakee virus?� I regularly thought what the fuck is that? It was not too bad because the symptoms are lessened by the Chicken Pox vaccine. I think she got a real sense of satisfaction when I called her to tell her that Baby A had it. Of course she had to tell me about a childhood neighbor who almost died while fighting the virus.
The bored boys continued to be
captives till this morning when Baby A was finally let off quarantine. It was
not without calamity. Last night, I was
folding the laundry while my husband did the dishes. All of a sudden someone let out a huge
wail. We ran to the living room, about 5
feet from the kitchen and Wildman did something to Baby A that left a gash
above his eye. He bled like crazy and I
thought the wound looked a little gapy. After I got Wildman into a timeout and calmed my husband down we decided
that a trip to the emergency room was needed. How lovely this is our fourth family visit to the emergency room this year. I got lucky; the emergency room
at Children�s Hospital was empty. The
nurses were surfing the internet. The doctor looked at Baby A�s eye and
determined the best course for the smallest scar would be to do nothing. The
eye itself did not get hurt. They
cleaned it up good for us and sent us on our way and we were home in less than
90 minutes. We got out of Wildman that
he hit Baby A with a pillow from the couch and we surmise the zipper caught his
eye. If this is what they are like now how am I going to survive the teenage
years? I wish I could send Wildman on
vacation. After this weekend I need him to go. What I would do for reliable family nearby right about now.
