Last week my old man took kids 1, 2 and 4 to Seattle for a week to see kid 4’s sister graduate high school. I also took kid 3 to his grandmother’s to stay, so I’ve been alone, gloriously alone for a whole week. It was nice. I had some quiet for a change and I got a lot done.
Yesterday, the old man (yes, I call him that in real life) came home with kid 2. (Kids 1 and 4 are spending a week with kid 4’s other sister.) They arrive home and kid 2 is sick. her tonsils are swollen big with white spots, so I load her up and take her to urgent care. They give her medication, we come home, all is good.
Until midnight. I had been in bed for less than an hour when she woke me up and told me (via having typed it on her kindle, because she hurt so bad she wouldn’t talk,) that she was having trouble breathing. I took her to the emergency room. We spent hours in the emergency room. Blood draw, IV, meds, (including a steroid that took a while but brought the swelling down,) wait, wait, wait. End result. She has mono. Wait more before we’re finally released. We walked out of the hospital at 6 AM. By the time we got home the old man had already left for work. We both went to bed and passed out. I slept for a couple hours. I’m totally exhausted.
She’s fine and has been doing her best to eat all the popsicles in the house before anyone else comes home.