There is a viral one-two punch going around right now and it’s pretty horrific. After a long day of sanitizing and keeping the remnant children and teachers outside all Friday, we came home and started sinking into our own mini-apocalypse. Rory started out with some serious adventure diapers, and over the night I lost my battle against a sinus catastrophe. Kevin held it together, cleaned up bodily fluids, and ran out for illness supplies all weekend while we trailed Rory with wipes and Clorox. Edie occupied herself with a preschool workbook, just asking for help with reading directions, for hours at a time.
We rescheduled Easter. Next week hopefully we can hit Fort Warden with the troupe after all. During a window of higher energy, we popped over to Snake Lake and breathed half a mile of woods air, sliming as we went. Rory briefly fell asleep in my arms, rolled together in a picnic blanket.
As evening settled in, both kids returned their dinners to sender. For the third night in a row, we played musical beds(and couches).
These Huckleberries are so tough. We are taking our remedies, drinking smoothies, and reading stories for the third day in a row. My head has begun to clear and a cough stirred up instead. We hope to get back to school on Tuesday, but in the mean time we’ll settle in for another day of snuggles and nasty laundry.