UNO

When Erin was little, she had a pet goldfish. She named him Bob. Bob later died and she got a second fish. She named him Not Bob. I think in a lot of ways, this explains a fair amount of our daughter's personality. Perhaps related, but maybe not, she had a rough week with water damage, loss of air conditioning, brakes needed on her car and her three month screening for abnormal cells. We both feel confident this round will be clear; however, it isn't faced without a fair amount of trepidation. She tackled her doctor's appointment alone this time and celebrated getting through it with sisters and donuts. I'm sorry I missed both. 

Ty started the week with a photo and video shoot at a local cavern. He had a blast. Never before has helping out a friend been quite this much fun for him. However, he ran and played hard after his shoot and then took a two hour bike ride. The result was a muscle strain in his thigh. We have no doubt he was sore; however, his coping skills were worthy of an academy award. I threatened him with additional bodily harm if he ended up in the health office complaining of pain. Fortunately once he was at school; very much against his will, he got over himself and made a full recovery. 

He claims kids at school call him stupid and he is tired of ignoring them so he took an UNO reverse card with him today. He believed this brilliant come back would end the name calling. "If I show them this card they will know anything mean they say about me is now about them". I have now contemplated if I can choose to skip difficult situations in life or send some people to draw four.

Tonight, both of the girls were out for the evening so we took Ty to the local skate park, drove to scout a photography location and then picked up ice cream from a local shop for the first time. I had no intention of partaking in dessert until I saw a toasted coconut and caramel sunday on the menu. It was delicious.

Our grandson moved into a big boy bed and he is quite excited about it. He calls frequently and tonight begged, "Mimi, come get me. Please." Goodness, I wish. Oh how I wish. 

The puppy chewed up his plastic shovel. He was distraught. 

I needed a sweater on my porch tonight and the weekend promises more fall-like weather. Kate thinks we need to break out the fall decor. She is not wrong.

Sunday Funday

I had a rough night rounding out a 24 hour headache so I waived in person church with my family. Instead, I rested on the deck and listened to two sermons while Kate covered for me in pre-k. She had a great time with my small friends and I was restored enough to enjoy my family for the remainder of the day. It wasn't the Sunday we planned, but it was exactly what we needed. The weather as much a gift as the lack of rushing around. Fall was in the air today and with it, the promise of more cozy family days together.

Chocolate

I spent the better part of the week pretty frustrated with the person who grocery shops for my house. Plot twist: that lady is me. There wasn't a piece of chocolate (or any sugar, for that matter) to be had and I NEEDED it. Wednesday, I caved and made no bake cookies. Life improved immediately. 

Sunday afternoon we made short work of leftover pulled pork. This was a huge success. We will revisit the giant nachos again sometime.

After almost two weeks of Kate's asthma requiring daily breathing treatments, we decided to keep her home for virtual learning. Between the masking, the deep cleaning chemicals, and a ban on nebulizers in the health office, we felt it was simply the best choice for the time being. I am still feeling quite unsettled about her sitting at home on a computer all day so it wasn't a decision made without reservations. Significant reservations. 

Our grandson called requesting new shoes and specified they be Spiderman. He also asked for crocs. This Mimi thinks crocs are ugly so I purchased the Spiderman shoes. He was delighted. The fact I also sent Spiderman Gummi snacks sweetened the reaction. This Mimi gig is simply the best. 

He tried on hand-me-down clothes and his daddy shared photos. Seriously, he is one adorable kiddo.

Kate decided Layla needed a pedicure. Despite my concern she would chew her nails, the nail polish remained in place. Layla is spoiled. Now that I think about it, Kate is too.

Wednesday evening a small friend visited briefly and I caught myself repeatedly referring to myself as Miss Sherri. "Miss Sherri likes your ballet outfit". By the time I'd spoken in third person a handful of times, I worried I was losing my mind. Twenty two kindergarteners are apparently the tipping point, as I have teetered on the edge for quite some time.

Kate, who still struggles occasionally with short term memory loss had to write about a favorite gift for a class last week. She shared she remembered her favorite childhood toy. She went on to describe the train, the texture of the elephant's ears and how she felt when she opened the present. When we looked through scrapbooks to locate the gift in her memory,  I was pretty stunned she recalled so much detail from her second birthday. 

Friday while I was at work, Makenna and Kate cleaned the house for me around their classes. Thanks to their efforts, the weekend promises much needed rest. 

Pampered

I spent part of the weekend in Dayton. My first stop was to see my friend Becky who has spent 2020 battling cancer. All of our phone calls have been optimistic and Becky's usual spunk has shined through each conversation. So I was taken by surprise when I actually got to see her. It is taking me a great deal of time to process the shell she has become. Please don't misunderstand me, Becky is still very much my spicy friend but seeing her down to one hundred pounds and so weak she couldn't push the remote buttons devestated me. She deserves so much more than what chemo and radiation are doing to her. 

I then met Kristil who was in Dayton setting her son up for his sophomore year at the University of Dayton. We had a grown up sleepover at Kristin's house. Resort Sanderson delivered pampering and delicious food. Chris poured wine while he cooked and the boys were attentive as well. I give them five stars and two thumbs up every visit. 

When I returned home Sunday, the big kids were gathering for a family night. Our original plan had been for backward night but when Tim and Noah also arrived, I waived starting with showers and pajamas and moved instead to pizza and no bake cookies. There were no complaints but Ty does want another opportunity for backward night so we can pack lunches, shower, have dessert before dinner and then play games until bedtime. The boy is so excited for the chance to eat dessert before  dinner that he called each of his siblings and insisted this was important and they needed to attend. Rumor has it, the family in Georgia disappointed him with their inability to comply. We loved his enthusiasm though. 

I spent the week repeating myself, walking in circles and wondering if the masks are making me easier to ignore in kindergarten. However, as usual, there were redeeming moments. Instead of asking children to wear their masks, I say, "I see your cute noses!" And they quickly cover up their mouths and noses. I am saying it less and less as time wears on because the kiddos are much better about them at this point. I still believe we are doing more harm than good with five year olds in masks but it is what it is. However, I dropped a mask into a puddle stepping out of my car and used a backup mask I hadn't tried prior to needing it. I fussed with that darn thing all day as it kept slipping off my nose. One ornery little guy who has needed significant reminders called me out. "Ms. Sherri, I see your cute little nose." He totally won me over.

Another cutie told me his grandma had a birthday this week. "She is really old. She might die soon. I think she is 31." He is not my favorite. 

Monday Kate was sent home with a pulse oxygen level of 92 and racing heart rate. She has been cleared to return to school once she no longer requires breathing treatments during school hours. She enjoyed the time she spent in the high school and is hopeful she will return next week. But having a virtual option for an asthma flare has been an awesome solution. 

Ty, feeling anxious about a situation at school on Wednesday, said he didn't feel well and was sent to the health office. He was sent home for allergies. We had to have a doctor's statement to send him back to school. We were able to see the doctor curbside for a hefty price to get the note. Lack of fever, vomit or diarrhea isn't enough to keep kids in class these days. I told the boy CPS will be called on me if he goes back to the health office this year. This mom is not playing.

Wednesday our school had it's first covid positive case. Friday we had our first planned district-wide virtual day to insure technology was ready for the challenge in the event we are shut down again.  The end of the day revealed teachers visibly relaxing. They were able to teach outside their comfort zone and realized their students still connected in meaningful ways. These people love deeply and simply want to do what is best for students. The weight on their shoulders has been enormous. That weight, I realized I also carried when sleep evaded off and on throughout the week. 

It's the year of "it will be what it will be" and most days I can roll with it. I announced to some complainers in my midst Thursday, the only thing we get to control these days is our response so at some point, the panic button needs disabled. 

It will be what it will be.