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Jun. 7th, 2009 05:08 pmI may never drink red wine again. I will certainly never drink red wine again without keeping track of exactly how much red wine I am drinking, and how quickly.
Yesterday was exhausting and emotionally draining. It was also a complete washout; after we came home from Danny's baseball game he dragged his quilt off his bed and spent the whole afternoon lying on the couch watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Danny is usually a bundle of unfocused energy, so I knew he wasn't feeling well even before I took his temperature. Heat was radiating off him, but it still took several tries with the stupid ear thermometer to come up with a reading of 101°F.
While the kids lay around the living room watching the movie, I spent all afternoon drafting and redrafting a letter that I'll probably never send to the president of the youth baseball league, and checking and rechecking the poll to see what other people thought was the best course of action. Jon was at work, so we couldn't really discuss it.
By the end of the day, the house still wasn't clean. I didn't feel like making supper, although I did end up making grilled cheese sandwiches for the kids. I couldn't shop for the birthday party we were supposed to have for Sadie because I couldn't rouse Danny off the couch, and I really didn't want to take a sick kid to the grocery store (or anywhere else for that matter) anyway.
And there was the further annoyance and worry of the H1N1 (fka swine flu) scare that's gripping most of the country. With a fever and generic cold symptoms, Danny will have to stay out of school for a week unless it turns out that he caught Sadie's strep. He's not complaining of a sore throat, but there are white patches on his tonsils -- and this is the same kid who casually told me his ear "felt weird" hours before his eardrum perforated in his sleep from a raging ear infection.
At the very least, his symptoms indicated that we shouldn't be inviting young cousins, neighbors with an infant, and Jon's elderly parents to Share The Germs. If he has strep, he's at a highly contagious stage since he's running a fever and not taking antibiotics yet. If he has the flu... well, I don't even want to think about it.
Jon didn't get home until nearly 7:00 at which point the day is functionally over for me. I had a headache from all the crying I'd done earlier, and was feeling pretty lousy. But he'd invited some friends to stop by after the kids went to bed, so we picked up a little and opened a bottle of wine.
At 9:00, Danny crawled into bed and fell right asleep, which he never does. I set up a vaporizer in his room, read to Sadie, and came downstairs to visit with our friends. And apparently drank a lot. Remember when I said I didn't feel like making supper? Now imagine a lot of red wine and some Doritos on an empty stomach.
I'll spare you from a detailed accounting of the bedspins and the amount of time I had to contemplate how much cleaner the toilet bowl could be. All I know for sure is that my stomach could not possibly have had anything left in it when I finally went to bed.
We decided in the morning that it would be better to postpone the party. Next week is booked, so now it looks like Father's Day. Sadie was bitterly disappointed -- she'd picked out a pretty dress to wear for her party and everything -- but I promised to make the new party on the 21st exactly what she wanted. She's probably going to get a second "friend party" out of the deal as well.
And then I went back to bed. I couldn't eat anything at all in the morning, but I did manage to drink some water. By early afternoon I was ready to try coffee and banana bread. It wasn't a huge success, but it did stay down.
Tonight I grilled a big honking piece of London broil steak and a couple of potatoes -- enough for all four of us -- and that seems to have done the trick.
I did NOT have wine with dinner.
Danny had quite a bit of energy and a decent appetite today, but he still feels warm. Tomorrow morning I'm taking him to the doctor. Hopefully he'll be back to school by Wednesday -- he's supposed to have a class party on Thursday and a field trip Friday, both of which I was supposed to help with. It would be a shame to miss them.
I have two weeks to put together two parties for Sadie.
And I emailed Danny's coach apologizing for Danny's error in judgment and my bad timing when I tried to address the issue, and asking him if we couldn't have a calm conversation about things sometime when neither of us is feeling stressed out. I wrote it last night, sent it to Jon to review, and slept on the whole thing before sending the email this morning. I think it's the right thing to do; now we'll see how he responds. If he responds. I still have the letter for the league president if this doesn't work.
At least I tried. Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions. I really appreciated seeing the different perspectives.
I think I forgot to mention in my first post that the coaches for this league are parents, and volunteers. This coach has two of his own sons on the team, and may or may not coach next year. There were a lot of problems with this season that I didn't even go into and that didn't have anything to do with this coach.
And Danny still wants to play baseball, so I'm going to have to get a lot better at dealing with the inner workings of youth baseball so I don't have this sort of problem again.
But whatever happens, it won't involve wine.
Yesterday was exhausting and emotionally draining. It was also a complete washout; after we came home from Danny's baseball game he dragged his quilt off his bed and spent the whole afternoon lying on the couch watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Danny is usually a bundle of unfocused energy, so I knew he wasn't feeling well even before I took his temperature. Heat was radiating off him, but it still took several tries with the stupid ear thermometer to come up with a reading of 101°F.
While the kids lay around the living room watching the movie, I spent all afternoon drafting and redrafting a letter that I'll probably never send to the president of the youth baseball league, and checking and rechecking the poll to see what other people thought was the best course of action. Jon was at work, so we couldn't really discuss it.
By the end of the day, the house still wasn't clean. I didn't feel like making supper, although I did end up making grilled cheese sandwiches for the kids. I couldn't shop for the birthday party we were supposed to have for Sadie because I couldn't rouse Danny off the couch, and I really didn't want to take a sick kid to the grocery store (or anywhere else for that matter) anyway.
And there was the further annoyance and worry of the H1N1 (fka swine flu) scare that's gripping most of the country. With a fever and generic cold symptoms, Danny will have to stay out of school for a week unless it turns out that he caught Sadie's strep. He's not complaining of a sore throat, but there are white patches on his tonsils -- and this is the same kid who casually told me his ear "felt weird" hours before his eardrum perforated in his sleep from a raging ear infection.
At the very least, his symptoms indicated that we shouldn't be inviting young cousins, neighbors with an infant, and Jon's elderly parents to Share The Germs. If he has strep, he's at a highly contagious stage since he's running a fever and not taking antibiotics yet. If he has the flu... well, I don't even want to think about it.
Jon didn't get home until nearly 7:00 at which point the day is functionally over for me. I had a headache from all the crying I'd done earlier, and was feeling pretty lousy. But he'd invited some friends to stop by after the kids went to bed, so we picked up a little and opened a bottle of wine.
At 9:00, Danny crawled into bed and fell right asleep, which he never does. I set up a vaporizer in his room, read to Sadie, and came downstairs to visit with our friends. And apparently drank a lot. Remember when I said I didn't feel like making supper? Now imagine a lot of red wine and some Doritos on an empty stomach.
I'll spare you from a detailed accounting of the bedspins and the amount of time I had to contemplate how much cleaner the toilet bowl could be. All I know for sure is that my stomach could not possibly have had anything left in it when I finally went to bed.
We decided in the morning that it would be better to postpone the party. Next week is booked, so now it looks like Father's Day. Sadie was bitterly disappointed -- she'd picked out a pretty dress to wear for her party and everything -- but I promised to make the new party on the 21st exactly what she wanted. She's probably going to get a second "friend party" out of the deal as well.
And then I went back to bed. I couldn't eat anything at all in the morning, but I did manage to drink some water. By early afternoon I was ready to try coffee and banana bread. It wasn't a huge success, but it did stay down.
Tonight I grilled a big honking piece of London broil steak and a couple of potatoes -- enough for all four of us -- and that seems to have done the trick.
I did NOT have wine with dinner.
Danny had quite a bit of energy and a decent appetite today, but he still feels warm. Tomorrow morning I'm taking him to the doctor. Hopefully he'll be back to school by Wednesday -- he's supposed to have a class party on Thursday and a field trip Friday, both of which I was supposed to help with. It would be a shame to miss them.
I have two weeks to put together two parties for Sadie.
And I emailed Danny's coach apologizing for Danny's error in judgment and my bad timing when I tried to address the issue, and asking him if we couldn't have a calm conversation about things sometime when neither of us is feeling stressed out. I wrote it last night, sent it to Jon to review, and slept on the whole thing before sending the email this morning. I think it's the right thing to do; now we'll see how he responds. If he responds. I still have the letter for the league president if this doesn't work.
At least I tried. Thanks to everyone who offered suggestions. I really appreciated seeing the different perspectives.
I think I forgot to mention in my first post that the coaches for this league are parents, and volunteers. This coach has two of his own sons on the team, and may or may not coach next year. There were a lot of problems with this season that I didn't even go into and that didn't have anything to do with this coach.
And Danny still wants to play baseball, so I'm going to have to get a lot better at dealing with the inner workings of youth baseball so I don't have this sort of problem again.
But whatever happens, it won't involve wine.
