I walk into my house after a good workout at Erin's house and discover ALL of my children still there. Shouldn't the boys be at school?! Well, it turns out that Bobby DID drop the boys off at school in the morning and came home to get to work. Then the school called to inform him that Matthew had a runny nose and all three boys had to be picked up immediately.
Runny nose and congestion can be a symptom of Covid-19. Bobby and I figured it was just allergies and/or the below freezing temps he had to endure from the car to the school building, but rules are rules and safety is an extremely high priority these days. I'm glad the school has such rigorous standards. While it causes me stress and (so, so much) embarrassment in the short term, it boosts my confidence in their ability to keep ALL the folks there as healthy as possible. Including my kids.
Well, the boys hopped back into class online while I got on the phone with our pediatrician. We scheduled a Covid test for Matthew and continued to monitor his symptoms. So much sneezing. Snot. Yeah, it was an abnormally juicy day for this kid with year-round allergy issues.
7 hours later, his test came back negative (wahoo!) and the doctor wrote a note to the school citing his history with persistent allergies and asthma, requesting that he not be taken from school for exhibiting runny nose, congestion, sneezing, or coughing unless it is accompanied by fever or other symptoms.
Whew.
I kept them all home today for a couple reasons...laziness being one, new allergy meds being another. Between the negative test and the doctor's note, the boys are approved to go back in-person.
It was a blessing that the kids had JUST had their annual checkups last week and the doctor's memory of Matthew's condition was fresh. Otherwise, she may have wanted another exam.
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I don't have any good pictures/movies of the following things, but I wanted to record them here:
--Alice makes dang good challah bread. Seriously. We can't stop eating it.
--She also makes a wicked good apple pie.
--Robert figured out how to play the "Baby Shark" song using only drinking glasses, water, and a spoon.
--While waiting for dinner one evening, the boys laid down and scooted around the dining room table on their backs like cars on a racetrack.
--James has played in the snow every day for the last three days, despite the high temps hovering between 10 and 15 degrees Fahrenheit. Fallen branches, slippery ice patches, snow so crusted over that he can crawl on top and not leave an imprint...he's a very happy fellow.
--Sunday afternoon and evening, I read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban out loud to the boys. All three of them sat quietly on the couch for HOURS. I wonder sometimes how much Matthew can really retain. He's always asking us, "Wait. Who's that again?" But this time, when Dumbledore tells Harry and Hermione that there's still time to save not only one life (Sirius Black), but two, Matthew suddenly sits upright with his eyes really wide and blurts out, "I know what he means! They can, they can save someone ELSE from dying. Like...Buckbeak! Yeah! They can save Buckbeak!" Moments like those just make me happy.
--Alice and I were driving home from an appointment when we stopped at a light. A man with a cardboard sign was on the median asking for work and help. The silence in our car was painful. Palpable. Time slowed down. It was so uncomfortable sitting there trying to ignore someone asking for help. Trying to pretend I didn't see him. That was my knee-jerk response, anyway. If I had had more time or foresight, I might have taken a different route home or gone out of our way to avoid stopping right there at that moment. I didn't like the feeling. I really wanted to be somewhere else. A couple days later, I was reading in the Book of Mormon where King Benjamin teaches his people (Mosiah 4):
16 And also, ye yourselves will asuccor
those that stand in need of your succor; ye will administer of your
substance unto him that standeth in need; and ye will not suffer that
the bbeggar putteth up his petition to you in vain, and turn him out to perish.
I make diligent and consistent efforts to help people in need. Both people I know and don't know. As a family, we donate time, materials, and money to several non-profit organizations targeting poverty, homelessness, and hunger. Giving to those causes for the last 20 years has yet to remove the pain of trying to ignore someone asking for help, though. I am tired of that pain. Tired of that fear. Time to do something about it. If someone is truly in need deep enough to ask me point-blank for help, I want to help. Safely. So, I looked online for ideas and put together a few items that would offer a little relief to someone in a desperate situation. There isn't anything that could be used or sold to feed an addiction. The kids helped me put a few of these kits together and I'm keeping them in my car. All that's left is to screw up the courage to look someone in the eye and hand them a gift...