Last Friday, when I was enjoying a somewhat leisurely flex day (leisurely in the sense that I was free to run errands, clean the house and get shit done without children in tow), I got a call from Zeke's school that I needed to come get him because he had a fever. He spent the weekend feverish and coughing and mostly resting.
J caught a mild version of it and stayed home with Zeke on Monday. Then on Monday night, Josie started spiking a fever. So I stayed home with both kids on Tuesday. I tried to get some work done at home, but taking care of two tired kids who felt like crap did not make for a mellow or productive day. I did take Zeke to the doctor because while his fever was gone, he was still coughing a lot. The doctor said that if he was fever free without medication, he could go back to school, even though the cough might take a few weeks to clear up.
So Wednesday, I stayed home with Josie again (her fever was still bad, plus she was starting the coughing) while Zeke went to school (and was NOT happy about Josie getting a day to herself with Mama, but he dealt with it). During the day she seemed to be getting better, but then Wednesday night she was a mess -- she had a raging fever and felt horrible. I was up with her most of the night, wiping her forehead with a cold washcloth and snuggling her.
J stayed home with her yesterday, and her fever didn't come back and she was doing much better. Zeke had a good day at school and they were both feeling chipper. We decided she would go back to school today, and all was well.
Now, in the meantime, everyone I speak to at the kids' schools or at work has been imploring me to stay healthy, or has expressed worry about me coming down with whatever cooties the children have. The truth is, I never even bothered about worrying whether one of the kids had taken a drink from my glass or whatever -- they're all up on me all the time, so if I was going to get it, avoiding a potentially germy drinking glass wasn't going to make a difference.
But I feel great. I'm doing the Ultimate Reset again (which is great for boosting the immune system), doing my workouts, and drinking my Shakeology, so I'm healthy as a horse. (Are horses really all that healthy? They have to get sick *some* time, right? Anyway.)
So last night, I had to go to Target to pick up a few things, and with everyone appearing to be relatively healthy and happy, I offered to take Josie and Zeke with me. While we were there, Josie saw a little pair of purple metallic ballet flats that she liked. They were way marked down and in her size, so I told her she could have them. She wanted to put them on, so I pulled the tag off and put them on her. When we got to the checkout line, I gave the lady the tag to scan so that Josie could continue wearing them.
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| the non-shoplifted ballet shoe |
All was well until we were loading up the cart with the bags and getting ready to leave. Josie suddenly freaked out, convinced that we were leaving without paying for the shoes on her feet. I explained to her that I had paid for them and everything was OK. She starting crying and screaming, "you didn't pay for them! you didn't pay for them!" I said that I had. She insisted I hadn't. The checkout ladies on either side of me tried to reassure her. Zeke piped up as well.
But she was unmollified and becoming hysterical.
So with bags and children loaded into the cart, I had to wheel everything through the store to the exit and through the parking lot to my car while Josie screamed, "YOU DIDN'T PAY! YOU DIDN'T PAY!" and I hissed at her, "Yes I did would you please calm down stop saying that STOP IT!"
It turned a few heads and a couple of people shot me looks of concern and disapproval, brows a-furrowed.
Thank goodness she's back at school and I don't have to stay home with her another day. A) I've got a ton of work, and B) we might kill each other.
And the real kicker? She doesn't like the way the shoes feel when she walks and wouldn't wear them to school this morning.
I can't win.
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