Being sick stinks…but at least I got caught up on sleep
Yesterday I was in bed all day. When I say all day, I mean all day. I got up in the morning, put The Elder on the bus, went to bed. The Hub* came home around 6ish, I think. At that I time I got up to pee. The I went back to sleep. I got woke up to eat but even stayed in bed for that…and couldn’t even finish it. So that is my exciting Tuesday in a nutshell.*He got to run with one of his virtual friends who was in town. How cool is that? One day I hope to meet some of mine (other than the ones who live here or are in my family). I wonder if it was because I stayed up late writing this post. And this post, which I had scheduled to post on Tuesday morning. Not because I predicted that I would be sick and not be able to blog, but because I had a lot of work to do and I didn’t want to get distracted in order to be productive.
Productive? Oh well…
This morning I missed my network meeting. The Hub asked me “Are you even going to attempt to go?” and with a slight nod he let me be. Around 10 I felt so gross that I had to get in the shower. I felt better but still so achy and a huge headache. I laid on the couch and watched TV for the first time in a long time (at least not Nick Jr, PBSkids, or Disney Channel). Finally I got prepared to go pick up The Kiddos from school. I didn’t really feel like getting all dolled up so I had time to hop on the computer, check my email, and comment on some blogs. That actually make me feel better!
Then I went to pick up The Elder first. Because I was incapacitated yesterday I didn’t get a change to check his folder to see how he did after the ordeal on Monday. The Hub relayed that he got a Blue Card, which means Great! I was woo-hoo-ing on the inside. I hate that I couldn’t be there to give him a pat on the back. But when I picked him up today he announced:
The Elder: Mommy, I got a blue card on Tuesday and Wednesday today.
Me: You did? That’s great!
The Elder: I know. I almost got my Batter Batter Baseball*!
*He gets a ticket for each blue card. Last week we counted 27 tickets. He has been very patient in earning this prize and has stuck with it even though it has been months. I was hoping he would have earned it by his birthday (July).
So he has recovered from Monday nicely. I put a note on his folder on Monday that we worked on his lowercase a for about 5 minutes before I lost him to distraction and restlessness. I don’t know if that helped or not but I’m going to take credit for it. 
Then I went to pick up The Younger. I felt pretty cruddy so I didn’t really feel like making conversation but I did anyway.
Me: How are you doing today?
The Director: Good, and you?
Me: We are good, thanks.
Cue: Awkward silence, then The Younger comes running down the hall to meet me.
The Director: He is so sweet.
Me: Thank you, he absolutely loves it here.
And that is so true. Not just that he is so sweet, because he is for at least 75% of the time. The other 25% he is incredibly cranky but usually due to fatigue or hunger. But he does absolutely love it there. I can’t remember how many times he would be completely defiant to go to Sunday School, Nursery at church, or Summer Camp. it was like prying gum off the bottom of your shoe He wouldn’t get ready, he would throw himself to the floor, he would repeatedly say, “I don’t wanna go to church.” He would be fine once he was there, but it was like prying gum off the bottom of your shoe to get him to get off me. I was really afraid to startover at a new place especially after all we’d gone through in the last couple of weeks. But after the first week, I didn’t have to hide from him in the mornings anymore. The AP would take him because he tends to part with her more easily than me. And if he sees me in the mornings it is gum at the front door instead of at the church.
But in the last 2 weeks he has been soooo happy. He talks about school all the time. I don’t necessarily know what he is saying but you can see the excitement in his eyes and hear the love in his voice. I can tell such a huge difference in his attitude.
Me: Are you excited about going to school tomorrow?
The Younger: Mommy, it’s NOT school. It’s preschool.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. Are you excited about going to preschool tomorrow?
The Younger: Mmm-hmmm. I like my teacher.
He doesn’t even fret over going just 2 days a week even though The Elder goes everyday. And honestly he does some pretty cool stuff in his class. It’s just a Mother’s Day Out program but I have been so impressed with it. It is more organized, structured, and educational than any preschool that I have had experience with. And the way they organize drop off and pick up is kinda a cross between preschool and Kindergarten which I think is very smart. Like I said. Very impressed. And I love the Director. She is just right. She is just right.Not overbearing, but gets the job done. Not condescending or arrogant, and full of love and modesty. I look forward to getting to know her a little better. She needs to know I so much more perky when I’m not sick.
So I might have been sick today…but overall, it’s been a good day!
Me: So how was school today?
The Younger: Mommy, I have frrrriiieeeennnddsss.**(music to my ears as that was the primary purpose!)
Me: Cool! How many?
The Younger: I don’t know.
The Elder: How many number of friends that they are?
The Younger: eighty-seven.
Btw, thanks for those of you who responded to this post. It is great to have support from those who have walked in the same shoes and also great to know that I’m not insane!
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“and also great to know that I’m not insane!”
uhhh… maybe just a little bit, but I wouldn’t have ya any other way!
Hey! I resemble that remark!
lol… so do I
just think, if The Younger can get his friends on Facebook, he might rival you…
Bring it on, The Younger!
Jen, I’ve been out of the blogging loop for so long and am just starting to catch up. Reading your latest posts just broke my heart. How I wish I were closer and could help. Thank goodness your sick day had its share of good news.
Those boys of yours…! Hope you’re fully recovered soon. Hugs, K.