So yesterday kind of blew. On multiple levels. Multiple levels of blowing. Hmm. That's quite a visual I just painted for myself.
First, there was work-related blowing (ABORT ABORT MAYDAY ON THE BLOWING TALK) — nothing apocalyptic or anything, just one of those days that finally snaps you out of the "freelancing/consulting is the best job in the motherflipping world!" mindset and reminds you that oh. Right. It can also be an unpredictable monster of a rollercoaster with one sudden jerky corner that blows out your eardrum. Stop getting so attached to your projects and sack up, start hitting the pavement, diversify, etc.
(And that's exactly what I plan to plan to do, once I wallow in a pity party for jussssst long enough.)
(No, I didn't get fired, and fingers crossed, everything will be back to normal in a couple months. BUT FAR BE IT FROM ME TO BE REASONABLE, NON-PANICKY AND TO TAKE THINGS IN STRIDE. YEE HAW.)
Anyway. Whatever. Everything is fine. That's also what I said to Noah yesterday morning, when he came into our room and — after getting told no, he most certainly could NOT play with the iPad before school, I don't care that you're on the final Lego Harry Potter level, you can play after school like we discussed — suddenly began complaining of all kinds of unrelated health problems. His throat hurt! He could barely walk! His stomach ached and this finger isn't bending that well and...
Noah. You're fine. Get ready for school.
I also said "everything is fine" to Noah's school nurse later in the morning, while I was in the big worky swirl of lowered expectations, when she called to tell me that Noah was in the health room with a variety of fuzzy, unverifiable complaints (and no fever). Oh please. I'm onto him. Send him back to class.
Then the teachers started emailing, echoing Noah's complaints with the added details that he looked "very pale" and "didn't seem like himself." I grumbled the video game suspicions again, basically called my child a con artist and a liar like a really excellent, loving mother...but finally agreed to drive to the school and bring him home.
He didn't look pale to me, and we'd only made it halfway to the car when he asked if he could have the iPad.
I was extremely grumpy at this point and sent him straight to bed, iPadless, when we got home. Gurl, you lying, go to your room. Ike's nap was now all borked to hell and I was just going to have to load them all back into the car soon to go get Ezra and poor me, poor me.
And that's when I realized Noah had fallen sound asleep. And maaaaaybe felt a little feverish.
The fever spiked like crazy last night and I eventually realized all his weird, disconnected symptoms sound an awful lot like strep. So, 1) that's awesome, and 2) I AM THE GREATEST MOM EVER.
(The good news is that my scanner is working again. The bad news is that I haven't...um...bothered to scan any of the things I need to scan for my big great awesome post idea. Which is now 100% guaranteed to not turn out great or awesome because I've had multiple days to overthink things. I'm way perfeshunal like that.)