But at least he’s happy
Client: Did you finish [the work]?
Me: Shoot, no, my entire weekend and this week got shot. I can get it to you this afternoon. I’ve just gotta get a few things done right now. Is 4PM too late?
Him: That’ll be ok.
The kid’s eczema is somewhat under control in the sense that it’s gone from pretty darn bad to just bad.
Whereas before, it was the entirety of his lower back, arms, and back of legs, it’s now somewhat localized to just his arms. It still keeps him up at night, scratching, though. It’s painful for both of us – in very different ways.
Found myself sitting outside his room, hoping that he won’t call me to come in and help.
Fortunately, the oatmeal baths, a crapton of homemade oatmeal cookies/bars/pancakes/cereal and constant moisturizing seem to have helped matters a great deal.
But, of course, it’s always something.
He got COVID.
I’ve been taking COVID tests every few days because I’ve been coughing my head off for months. All negative.
I think that – back when I got COVID in 2020 – it really messed up my lungs without my realizing it. Had really light allergies that basically meant a consistent but light cough and that was about it.
Now, when the pollen count is high, I’m in misery. Coughing, sneezing, itchy eyes/throat, etc.
To the point that, during gym class, Chad literally has to stop teaching for a moment because I’m coughing so much.
Him: I’m trying to time it.
Of course, considering that my dad died of lung cancer, there’s that concern as well. But I note that, when pollen counts are low, I tend to be fine.
When they’re high, sometimes I’m fine, most times I’m not.
Right now, I wanna crawl into bed and just sleep everything off.
Anywho, regarding the kid, I wasn’t planning on having him take a COVID test because – eczema aside – he’s just totally normal: High energy, bright-eyed and bushy tailed.
But he was supposed to see the ABFF’s kids over the three-day weekend so, outta an abundance of caution, I gave us both a test.
As always, mine was negative but I was floored when his was positive.
That set off a flurry of emails, texts, and calls to rearrange a whole bevy of things and give notice to a raft of people.
Me: I have to cancel this week, I…
Her: If you don’t want to see me, stop wasting my time.
Me: It’s not that, I… <CLICK> Well, that worked itself out…
Least of which is the Counselor as we’ve been playing phone, text, and date-tag for the past few days because we’re both so busy.
Me: I’m on daddy duty all week as my son’s not allowed back into school until Friday. COVID. So, XXXX may well be out. I’m hoping he’ll be negative for my sitter at [some point]. We’ll play it by ear?
Counselor: Woooow. Sheesh it really is everywhere again. And it’s fine.
Chad and I had a podcast to do just the other day, which I arranged for the kid to be safely away at that time, and we did quite well, I thought.
Him: I got bad news.
Me: Oh no, what?
Him: The video didn’t record. Something happened on their end. We gotta do it again.
Me: Well, of course we do.
Dammit. It’s always something.
At least the kid’s happy.
Him: No school?! All week?! YAAAY! No school! No school! No school!
Me: Yeah. Yay.
Him: No school! No school! No school!
Me: (nodding, slowly)
Location: home, obvs
Mood: so damn tired
Music: gimme some sign. I think that we’re supposed to be (Spotify)
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