Here I am!
I went to California for the weekend to honor a boy named Hank Mason, an incandescent being composed of spun sugar and baby Jesus, who completed his first year of sharing our earthly realm. In honor of his birthday, he learned to hover inches above the ground while granting beatific smiles to his adoring followers.
He's a good kid, is what I'm saying. I also saw some other people. They were much larger, and more resistant to me holding them and kissing their necks. Nonetheless, I had fun.
So much fun that I couldn't sit up straight or talk for the first couple of days home. Also I couldn't do anything but curse the day I chose to live on the East Coast. Why don't we all live in California? It's stupid here. Yesterday it was snowing, then sleeting, then raining. Then the temperature dropped and elves emerged from the bushes to buff the ice until all the sidewalks of the Northeast were smooth and deadly. The elves are out to kill us all, so they can live in our houses, and then sell our houses and move to California. The elves know what they're doing. Yes, I'm writing about imaginary elves. You see what New Jersey does to a person?
I'm finally alive today and my son is home from school. He left for school in a cheerful enough mood (once we wrestled with the application of the BOOTS OF DEATH and the MITTENS OF AGONY) but about an hour after he left, the school called. Is there anything more nerve-wracking than seeing your child's school on one's caller ID? No. Nothing more nerve-wracking. I am not exaggerating at all. His legs felt "wobbly," according to his teacher, and because several kids in his class have come down with the flu and they've all exhibited this mysterious symptom of leg-wobbliness, they were "concerned." Basically they wanted him out of there. I couldn't blame them. I wanted to, but I couldn't.
And now he's home. Home, and bouncing around. His wobbliness has disappeared as mysteriously as it arrived! It's a Valentine's Day miracle!
Sigh.










February 14, 2008
Reader Comments (36)
However, even while (I'm convinced) workin' it a little bit, my son turned up with strep. (no fever! no nothing!)
Doh.
Seriously, nasty things are running through everyone down here in northern va, so i hope it skips jersey!
(I hope your weekend includes none of the above.)
They called me yesterday to come get her. Today is Valentine's Day with candy for breakfast, candy after lunch ... she's in her room, humming her little songs, playing with her dolls, having the time of her life.
And? There's no school tomorrow. Or Monday. She's managed to wangle a five day weekend.
I swear I was never this manipulative. Or smart. And my timing, as regards illnesses? Always sucked. I was the kid who got sick on Friday at 3:00 and was completely recovered by Sunday at 7:00 p.m.
It must be all that organic food we're feeding them.
my kid pulled one over on me once, and a friend gave me the above advice. the next time she called home from school, i outlined what the rest of her day would look like (in bed!) and she suddenly felt much better.
OHYES! there was some wind!!and the power was out this morning.but the power? came back on at 9 am, so we? are experiencing a miracle of the 'why-oh-why was school cancelled on a party and sugar filled holiday?' whining variety - which no amount of 'there will be postponed sugar tomorrow' will placate.
save me.
Love your blog!
Winter sucks.
Are we over the hump?