View from the dining room window early last week where it continued to snow, snow, and more snow for the entire week.
Well, I thankyouallverymuch for your emails and calls of concern and thoughtful wishes...much appreciated. If you guessed: (a) That I had pretty much had it with winter and was off traveling somewhere, you would not be correct this time, but I appreciate the lovely thoughts about that; (b) That Clarice was at the spa, again, you would not be correct this time, but she does appreciate your lovely thoughts on that; or (c) That I was ill, you would be correct...shucks, as I was really rather thinking the travel thing sounded a whole lot better. I wasn't expecting this as, if you remember, in August Aimee and I had a round of the worst cold I can ever remember, so I thought I had put in my time for the year with that, but no...apparently not.
Actually, Alex came home from the ski trip and said, "You know, I'm not feeling all that great, I am going to bed." Alert, Alert, Alert...Alex's last option is always "going to bed," and is only pursued when there is absolutely no chance of anything else interesting going on, or by explicit parental request.
The next morning, Mark followed with, "You know, I'm not feeling all that great." It went downhill from there. I quarantined the two of them from being in any public areas of the house as Matt had both trimester finals and state swimming coming up in the next few days. Unfortunately, I should have made use of the guest room for sleeping arrangements as it was clear by Thursday that I was not feeling all that great either. (I just had visions of Mark being too ill to call out if he needed anything or was getting more ill and I would feel like a terrible wife if he needed me and I wasn't there, etc. I really have to get over that, right?)
Alex rallied by Thursday, Mark half-way there by Friday, and I have yet to see the downstairs portion of my house since Thursday. Thank goodness for fellow swim team moms and dads who are willing to shuttle any swimmer anywhere any time...thank you Jan, Paul, and Mike for getting Matt where he needed to be when he needed to be there.
While Mark got it together enough to get to see Matt swim at state, yours truly missed it...and believe me, if there was any way that I could have made it, I would have. I finally gave up the hope when I realized I could not actually stand upright without fear of passing out and that the last time I checked I was pretty sure that Matt would be highly embarrassed if I...oh, say...passed out in the stands at the Nat, rolled down the stairs, flipped over the rail, and landed splat on the deck or in the pool. Figured that kind of press, most 15 year boys would not find endearing. So, I missed it.
Matt has remained symptom-free, so that worked out really well in light of his finals and state swimming. So much for the flu saga. Hopefully it will all be over very soon.
I will catch up with newsy bits as I feel better...for now, the best Clarice and I can do is a little prose in prone here. (Oh, and MNO gals: no need to save me a seat this evening as I definitely won't be doing my usual sliding in at the last moment for dinner...take some fun photos for me, okay?)