Like with many other parts of The Girlie's life and personality, she did even her chickenpox with a fair bit of flair and extravagance.
She peaked her temperatures at 40+ C between full doses of medicine (we were getting readings of 40.5 C at times), had a plethora of spots including on the inside of her eyelids and the places where the sun don't shine, made sure that if she wasn't sleeping the others in this house weren't, either, and now that she's on the mend, it is welcomed with much gratitude and heavy sighs for we're not having to listen to screaming first thing in the morning for the first time today.
Except, now it's The Kid's turn. I am sure that even if it gets as bad as The Girlie's run was, we will have it much easier on our end for he's a gentle, considerate fella - as opposed to his sister ;)
I am looking forward to being able to go places with them again. Parks, playgrounds, the library. Places where people are and where we are asked to stay out of at the moment. Not to mention the doctors' appointments we are having to reschedule because we couldn't keep them with full-blown chickenpox doing its rounds. Ever wondered how long it takes to get a new orthopedic surgeon's appointment when you miss the first one? Yeah.
It has also pushed the whole school choice adventure further into the future. Hopefully next week we will start doing some visits, and talking to people again - this week we will just have to stay home, and mend.
I had a good long conversation with "our" school on Friday. For an hour we talked - me, the principal, the co-principal, the teacher, the special needs coordinator. It was uncomfortable, and challenging, and I did not enjoy the role of an advocating parent - but we got there, and Ithink we all learned things.
Afterwards the co-principal took me aside and thanked me for coming to meet the school like that. She said it showed integrity, for which she was grateful. She, also, had been in an advocating parent's role in the past - her son was born with a hole in his heart - and could appreciate the effort.
We're by no means good and settled (in addition to differences between schools we now have to work out the differences between me and The Man), but we're working on it, and we'll get there.
We're all tired, not just from the school saga but the chickenpox and the lack of sleep all around, but we'll get there.
We always get there.