Sharing the Love

Stomachs in the second grade are revolting. Seems a line of children are passing not notes, but a virus. We know a second grader and somehow his virus got passed on to Misterpher. He spent a queasy afternoon and night yesterday.

He dodged the hour-long swimming lesson bullet today. But in typical mom manner, I would not let him go over to Straight Gay Friend's house for an extended play day while LOML went to a coaches' meeting. Kabloey and the Girl went.

When I called SGF, she let out one of those "Curse the gods!" sort of growly moan. She assured me that Sam-I-Am would be sorely disappointed. Well, we all were, to be honest. I was hoping for some conversation.

Misterpher and I sat on my bed with the portable DVD player, my knitting, my script, lots of water and a couple of keep-downable snacks and watched Willow and Revenge of the Sith.

Sharing the load is what parenting is about. What I got was Misterpher's virus. I have already spent two hours curled up on the couch, eaten my homemade applesauce (which was comforting), and LOML has e-mail his regrets to work tomorrow. I'll pick out some other vids for me and keep a clear path to the bathroom.

On the upside, I know I have I have to find the third set of sheets for the boys' bed. Three is a magic number.