Can you spell school?
Well sure, it’s easy: P-L-A-G-U-E C-E-N-T-R-A-L.
Today was the third real day of school and Helena is down with a virus — she has been lolling around the house all day with her thumb in her mouth and her cat in her fist, heating up the air around her like a little radiant stove. On the plus side, she hasn’t thrown up on me, hasn’t turned spotty or blue, hasn’t gone glassy eyed and hasn’t demanded unattainable food stuffs. She’s just been hot and quiet.
She’s in bed now under stern orders to sleep until she’s all better. Last we checked, she seemed a little cooler and was reading books to her cat. So all will be well.
But three days, sheesh. Does not bode well for the rest of the year. Last year I think we spent the entire winter careening from one cold to the next, with the occasional break for a stomach ache, something resembling chicken pox and various asthma attacks. I’m not ready for it to start again. Hey ho. Time to stock up on Calpol and cheerful videos.
I know those are all technically bad things, but, reading your blog — it’s making me really wanna have kids!