The school nurse called me this morning at 10:18 a.m., to inform me that my son was in her office with a temperature of 100.8, a cough, and a headache and would I please pick him up?
You’d think I’d sent him to school with the Bubonic Plague. It was a just headache treated by ibuprofen when I sent him at 9 a.m.–and he wanted to go to school! He just didn’t think he could handle recess, so he ended up being sent to the office where the nurse got him.
He’s still ill with what seems to be a virus, though for five minutes this afternoon I was absolutely convinced it was probably meningitis, the only question being: viral or bacterial and would he lose his limbs?
I thought tonight for a second, “I just can’t do this,” and then I had this whole conversation in my head about how you don’t really get a choice about continuing your current direction when you are in the midst of life. Not if you have kids, anyway, and common sense. And summer will eventually arrive, right? Summer means no more school lessons and the possibility that I will catch up on my laundry.
Why do all the light bulbs burn out at the same time? I have no overhead light in my family room, no light in my laundry room and no exterior lights in two of my light fixtures. And no bulbs because I am just not that good at being a homemaker.
Last week, someone from church called exactly at 6:00 p.m. and said, “Oh, wait, did I catch you at dinnertime?” and I said, without pause, “No, but you would have if I were a better mother.” She laughed, but I was not joking.