I don't think "normal" is a word which could be used to describe any part of our family's life. However, I was hoping for a normal week. The past month has been so out of the norm. Losing Mark's sister, dropping everything and traveling to California, Mark being in California for almost two weeks and then returning to constant traveling for business, and then last week attempting to get caught up in life.
We were hoping to get back to a normal week - school, work, baseball, choir, play practice, gymnastics, meetings, just regular commitments.
Our normal week came to a screeching halt on Monday morning at 7am. Didn't last long. Gustavo crawled in bed with me, complained of a headache, and immediately fell back to sleep. This in itself should have been my first clue. EVERY morning of our lives Gustavo wakes up between 7 and 7:15 and exclaims "I'm hungry" and is ready to start his day. Not this morning. He then woke up at 8 and cried while telling me he didn't feel right. I scooped him up in my arms to discover he was burning up. 103 temperature. Did I mention that strep throat is running rampant through the neighborhood and at school? Hooray...
Welcome to the normal week! There are certain "sick" traditions around our house. You get to chill out on a coach covered with a sheet with your own pillow and blanket that no one else can touch. You get your own sippy cup which no one else can touch. And you get to sleep with Mommy & Daddy if you want. If you are experiencing tummy troubles you get to drink 7-Up or Sprite. Gustavo just ran down the list with me. It went something like this:
Gus: Mommy, I can't touch anything but my pillow, blanket, and sippy cup right?
Mom: Right.
Gus: Can I touch the floor?
Mom: Sure.
Gus: Mom, why don't you write my name with a permanent marker on my cup.
Mom: Ok Gus.
Gus: Can you be near me Mom?
Mom: Yes.
Gus: But Ana can't be hear me, right Mom?
Mom: Right Gus.
Gus: Mom, can I sit on your lap?
Mom: Always Gus (big smile from my boy)
Gus: And I can sleep with you if I want, right?
Mom: Yes baby.
Fast forward to getting Marco ready for school. He went to bed last night while his hair was still damp. His hair this morning was wild! I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him so I simply told him his hair was a bit interesting and urged him to go look in the mirror. My laid-back-life-is-great first grader returned from inspecting his hair and replied "Cool! I look like Garfield!"
We did wet his hair and fix it. The boy desperately needs a hair cut.
Marco/Garfield
Have a great day! We are off to the pediatrician...
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