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 Monday, again…  Between all of us having the flu, it was a relatively uneventful weekend.  One of the many times I was awake in the night with Pierce having a fever, I realized I hadn’t prepared anything for my blog today.  And, I still am at a loss.  Probably fatigue…

I kept Michael out of school on Friday, and realized later he was well enough to have gone.  But he did sleep a lot that day (by my force, otherwise he would have played nonstop).    We discussed, while practicing tracing and writing his letters, that he would definitely be going to school on Monday.  He kept asking, “If I’m still sick, do I have to go?”  I told him that he wouldn’t be sick anymore.  Then he told me “Yes I will.  I’ll just tell you I’m still sick and then I’ll stay home.”  I said “No you won’t, you’ll go anyway, besides, we’ll walk with you and you can show us where the cafeteria is.”  Of course he has to have the last word—always has…  He tells me, “Then I’ll just run out of the cafeteria  and back out to the car and go home.”  We’ll Monday is here, and we’ll see…

Then Saturday evening Pierce came down with a fever which we struggled—and I mean struggled—to control with Tylenol.  Remember how it’s like wrestling an alligator to change his pants?  Well it’s like that to give him medicine with one of those syringe plunger things.  Add to that his other similarity to gators that is the thousand pounds of pressure in his clamping jaws—good God!  Most of the syrup was spit, coughed, or squeezed down his chin and chest.  Naturally the fever fought well against minimal amount medicine ingested.  We figured out at about midnight to make sure he was lying down on his diaper table and we could get him to take most of it—if we held his arms down.  As I type he is recovering from one of these procedures by screaming on the living room floor.  Guess it’s time to call the doctor.   Oh! I had a few moments of reprieve where he was silent!  Nice!  Wait, no—there’s more hollering.  The kid’s got some stamina when he wants to make a point.

I’ve got to get cleaned up and get these boys out of here—between the big “no no” of letting Pierce sleep in our bed last night, which I am sure he will now decide is his new sleeping arrangement from here on out—and dealing with school, and any other things that will occur in my day, I think it’s going to be a long one!  What I wouldn’t give for a mundane day…

 

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