I am demanding a redo of the last 2 days. I started off the week excited about the fun activities we had planned. Most of them centered around Kamryn finishing up her school year.
On Wednesday afternoon, Kamryn wanted to start her own running club. She has a goal of running mile for mile with the top runner from her PEPP class next year. I’m really impressed that she came up with the idea of training this summer all on her own. We sat down after school and made 30 lap cards and then I used my running app on my phone to measure the distance around the pond in front of our condo – it equaled .10 of a mile. I told her she would have to run around 10 times to get a mile in.
And just like that, she took off running. Rory wasn’t about to miss out on the fun and was quick to follow. I thought Kamryn would run a couple of laps and get bored, but that little girl wasn’t going to stop until she had a mile. Rory stopped after 3 laps and giving him his 3rd lap card was generous since he cut across the grass on the last lap. Once she had completed her mile, we went in to have lunch. I was fixing lunch for the kids and peeked out in the living room to see Kamryn laying face down, butt up on the couch. She looked absolutely exhausted. I was a little surprised that she was so tired and I kept trying to get her to drink more water, but all she would take is a little sip. She felt a little warm, but she had just been out running in the hot sun so that didn’t seem too unusual. I gave her her lunch, and she nibbled at it a bit before telling me she needed a bucket. Up came her lunch and a pink cupcake that she had at school.
The next day was the last day of school and Kamryn had made it through the entire year without one absence from illness, I couldn’t have her miss the very last day! I pumped her full of ibuprofen and got her to school the next day.
At 10:00, I went to Kamryn’s classroom to help out with the ice cream party they were having. The kids each got a bowl of ice cream and had lots of little toppings they could put on top to make their own sundae. Kamryn made hers and went and sat at her seat. After a couple of minutes, I looked over right as I saw her gag. SHIT! I ran over, grabbed her ice cream and took her outside. Her classroom opens up to a courtyard area so as long as I got her out of the carpeted area, if she yacked, I wouldn’t feel so bad. Kamryn kept insisting that she wasn’t going to throw up, but I wasn’t so convinced.
We made it through the rest of the school day (11:20) and went over to have a picnic with some of her classmates. We were there for about 20 minutes before Kamryn came over and asked me for her lunch. When I went to hand her a sandwich, she gagged again. I told her we needed to go home, she agreed and Rory freaked. I left Rory with the mommies from Kamryn’s class and took Kamryn home where she promptly fell asleep.
After a couple of hours and another dose of ibuprofen, Kamryn wanted to go pick up Rory and go to gymnastics. I told her that wasn’t a good idea and she got really upset. Her fever was gone, but I didn’t think it would be for long. However, against my better judgment, we went to gymnastics. She made it through her class, although a little slow.
By the time she went to bed last night, things seemed almost completely back to normal with her, but I was starting to feel like I got hit by a Mack Truck. I had been fighting a cold for about a week and last night, I lost that fight.
Rory woke up at 5:30am this morning. I fixed him a bowl of cereal, turned on cartoons and went back to bed. I halfway thought he would fall asleep watching TV or be back at my bedside within a few minutes of finishing his cereal, but to my surprise I got another hour and a half of sleep before Kamryn was the one who woke me up.
I was up for a full 4 hours before I fell back asleep on the couch. I cancelled one of my two appointments I had today and am just waiting to put the kids to bed so I can retire for the evening.
I’m officially starting our summer vacation on Monday and this weekend is going to be devoted to disinfecting every square inch of our house.
Ahhhh…. don’t feel too bad. I spent five hours driving back from St Louis on Friday night… spent nearly seven hours with the other trainers banging our heads against the tables trying to figure out what the hell we’re supposed to be training… will be back in tomorrow / today at 11am for a conference call… back into work on Sunday between 6 and 7am for 9 hours of training… then working full days/nights from Tuesday to Sunday all next week…. Monday off… then working again from Tuesday to Saturday on the morning shift, starting at 5am… which means I’ll have to get up around 3am.
On the plus side, I get to see Madagascar 3 with James tomorrow. It’s his birthday gift to me. And as a special treat, he’s taking me to Steak ‘n Shake after. Hmmmm… methinks this is one of those times when you get a gift and the person buying it secretly wants it for themselves…