Thursday, March 21, 2013

winter weary

"The groundhog lied," I heard yesterday morning as I waited with Anya in the elementary school office for her kindergarten screening.* Truer words were never spoken. I know, I know, up here in Wisconsin we should just come to expect the lingering winter weather, but it's damn annoying to be shoveling 4" of new fallen snow and bundling up for below zero wind-chills just days before the schools close for spring break.

I keep telling myself that the spring thaw must be imminent - it has to be! - but so far we're not feeling it. The weather forecast for the next week or so isn't particularly encouraging, either, with predicted highs merely in the mid-thirties for the foreseeable future.

I have to admit it's getting to me. Having my whole family (except me) taking turns getting sick for three straight weeks didn't help, mind you. If it weren't for daylight savings time delaying sunset to 7pm, it just feels like someone rolled the calendar back to January for a do-over, and I don't like it!

Ah, well. I chose to live here, didn't I? And it's certainly a relief that everyone is healthy again, for the most part (Daniel's ear infection issues continue to plague him, but he's well enough to go to school at least).

I just can't help but feel impatient to open the windows and air out the house (which smells like farts and dirty laundry) and put the snow pants in storage and hang the clothes outside and dig in the dirt and watch the crocuses pop out of the melting snow. It is time.

*Can you believe it?! My baby is starting kindergarten in six months!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

hasta la vista, civic

Pretty much the only good thing I can say about this week is that it has sucked only slightly less  than last week. No one had to go the ER, at least. At least, no person had to go to the ER. Our trusty 1997 Honda Civic, on the other hand...


...this may well be the last time Stuart sits in the driver's seat. He filled it up with gas on the way to work yesterday and immediately upon leaving the gas station noticed a horrible sound coming from the engine. Figuring he could just drop it off on the way home, Stuart went on to work, but at the end of the day, Car Would Not Go. He called a tow truck, then called me, and after a little while I wrapped up my pitiful children (who are still sick, third week running) in blankets and went to pick him up at the service station. 

The call from the mechanic today was Not Good. He thinks he can fix the problem, but it will cost at least $900 and he's only 80% sure this fix will work. To be honest, we've kind of been waiting for an excuse like this to go car shopping. Financially, the timing of this kind of sucks is all. The Civic has been a good car and, up until now, very reliable, but it has a lot of problems: the back doors don't open from the outside, the windows complain about going down, there is hail damage all over the roof, there is no CD player or even a tape deck, the antennae broke off years ago in a snow storm, someone side-swiped the driver's door and left a huge dent a couple of summers ago in a hit-and-run, and last week the metal weather strip around the passenger's side door came loose and dragged on the ground until Stuart just ripped it off. Classy, no?

Stuart regrets having spent the 30 bucks filling up the gas tank.

Did I mention that yesterday was Stuart's birthday? Happy birthday, Stu. It's one you won't forget, that's for sure!




Friday, March 08, 2013

crappy, crappy, crappy week

I am having a really shitty week.

I was coming off a bad week last week anyway, most of it spent at home with a sick Daniel. It happens, of course. Kids get sick sometimes and I wasn't freaking out about it, but then over the weekend Anya got sick (this also happens) and then I did, too, but somehow I remained functional enough to do my volunteer shift at the school carnival and drive a half hour to one of the local high schools to play for a flutist at a regional solo/ensemble competition before coming home and crashing with a bottle of Advil. Mothers don't really get sick days, you know.

Just as she was getting better, Daniel got sick again. And I mean He Got Sick. Really sick. As in, we ended up in the ER Wednesday night to make sure he didn't get alarmingly dehydrated. I'll spare you the gruesome details, but we were there for five hours. At the end of it, Little D was at least a little more comfortable, if a little emptier than when we got there (something I had thought was hardly possible). That day was the worst, though two days later Daniel is still running a fever of 103 and hasn't moved from his place on the couch except to pee just often enough that I don't take him back to the ER.

On top of all that, we have been anxiously awaiting news about my uncle, who has been having some health problems and alarming symptoms of late. Between having sick kids (and being sick myself) and waiting for Uncle T's diagnosis, I've been a ball of worry and distraction. I've had to cancel commitments right and left, and I'm starting to worry the horn player I agreed to accompany will think I'm an irresponsible flake because I've canceled and rescheduled and then canceled rehearsals so many times just this week.

But you know how they call Wednesday "hump day." Just when it felt like things couldn't get worse, as I was sitting in the ER with my poor sick son, waiting and waiting (and knitting - if I didn't have knitting I would completely lose my mind), there was a message from my mom. The news about my uncle is quite encouraging. He's not in for an easy ride, I'm sure, but now there is a diagnosis and course of treatment. Considering that we all feared far, far worse, it's a relief for now.

So I guess, all things being relative, things are looking up. I just hope next week goes a little better.