Metal Meredith

The whole house is quiet. Not because everyone is gone, but because everyone is sick and sleeping it off. Joy.

Monday started with Henry having a bad night’s sleep. He woke up and exploded 4 diapers before 9am. I knew it wasn’t good. Just as things were getting to a point where I was about to cry myself, I revisited 22 ounces of milk, which had been miraculously morphed into cottage cheese in its short and unsuccessful journey through my son’s digestive track. Thankfully, that was my only meeting with vomit that day. Ten more diapers, two naps and lots of cuddles later, Henry was sleeping.

On Tuesday, I had a hair appointment which was the highlight of my day. I dropped a now recovered Henry off at his school and had a lovely hour alone with grown ups. On the way to get Henry, the GPS exploded when I plugged it in. Spark - smoke - dead. I retrieved a tired Henry and took him home for a nap.

We got Vivienne from school and had teeth checkups for both kids. Vivienne still had her previous 3 cavities but no more. However, no insurance = $285 for 2 kids. Fillings would run $630, to be paid up front with no insurance. The nice billing lady apparently took pity on me and suggested I come in the next day (today) to get these done. She also promised to work out a payment plan for all of the charges from yesterday and today. When I went up to make arrangements today, she whispered “Just go” and waved me on to get Vivienne and leave. We are good for the money, but how much do I want that bill to be ‘lost’.

On to dinner, where the chicken nuggets were smoking an awful lot in the toaster over only to realize that the heating element was on fire and I somehow managed to kill another appliance that day. Phil came home, Henry had another icky blowout. I headed off to eat dinner with friends. Had a lovely time despite the sniffles and runny nose.

Arrived home at 10pm to find all lights out and husband unusually in bed already. He informed me that he just lost his dinner and felt like poop. He spent last night making trips to and from the bathroom, groaning in pain and snoring.

So as you can see, I am pretty darn happy to be in a quiet house, even for just a few hours.