Are you friggin KIDDING me? This week was jam packed full of holiday activities! Open ballet class on Tuesday for Granny and Pops to attend! A family gathering at school. Pajama Day. Macy's windows! Christmas shopping and a poker game for Daddy. So much everyone wanted to do this first week I am away. This last week before Christmas.
Yesterday the fever rose to 103. And then Bean got an itchy rash on her butt. At that point I urged Doc Hubby to text a pediatrician friend.
"Is there something going around...103 fever, mild sore throat, rash...?"
"As a matter of fact, yes. Lasts 48 hours or so."
Can this please be some weird rashy virus that only children are susceptible to and adults simply cannot get?
We started blocking the play today. Always feels like jumping off a cliff. But miming making an entire breakfast in a 19th century kitchen. Um. So what does an ice box look like again? And how exactly do you string green beans?
Lucky for me, Kameron with a "K" made a video to help out with that one. I think it bears sharing.
Here's what I learned today. All Mrs. Webb (the character in OUR TOWN that I'm playing) wants to do is to raise healthy children. This appears to be her primary goal in life. Yet (spoiler alert)... both kids and her best friend will be dead before her 45th birthday.
Sucks to be Myrtle.
The best laid plans...