I made myself laugh when I thought about the pictures I could have taken and posted to go along with this little entry. They would be unsavory to say the least.
I had to skate to work, as it was a raining sheet of ice. I took my BP several times this morning, and it was consistently 130's over 100's, and I was red and headachey. Then I got a stomach ailment while at work. Then I got a call from Washington Elementary informing me that Sadie was sick with a tummy ache and that I needed to come get her. I had to scramble to find other teachers to cover my class and divide up my students and send them packing, then beg my principal to pardon my taking off, then tear out to the parking lot. Boy, did I have a surprise in store for me there. I almost got blown over on my way to my car. I'm not claiming to be so tiny that I'd blow away easily, but up there on the WMS hill, the wind was so mighty that it could have blown over a big pillar such as myself, especially when I was treading on icy ground. I groped my way to my car door, started it, grabbed my scraper, and tore back out into the icy wind to quickly scrape off my windshield and be on my way to rescue Sadie. No such luck. There was a half inch scab of ice on my windows that my scraper wouldn't even scratch. I literally spent a half hour in that parking lot, defroster blasting, intermittently scratching as hard as I could at that scab of ice. At the end of that time, my scraper was broken into shreds, my windshield wiper was broken, and my ears could easily have snapped in two as well if I'd have dared to touch them. Oh, and I had about a two inch window of glass that I could see through. I was thoroughly disgusted and furious by then. By the time I finally got to Washington, my guts were really churning and bucking and cramping. I told them to just call Peyton out of class, too, because there was only an hour of school left, and I wasn't going to venture out again. Once we got home, Sadie rolled around on my bed, moaned, whined, and complained for about two hours. She had no fever, never threw up, had a normal appetite, and could buck up and act perfectly fine at times. I have a feeling she was dramatizing her illness quite a bit, and I was getting pretty fed up with it. Then BA came home with Sophie, who didn't want anything to do with me. She only wanted her dad and then only wanted to fuss and whine and get into everything she knows she's not supposed to.
On a better note, Sadie's concert for tonight was postponed, so she didn't have to miss it with her tummy ache. After I gave Sophie a bath, she starting liking me again and let me have a super long cuddle with her. Those after-bath cuddles are the best, because I just sniff up huge gulps of her sweet smell and rub her soft hair. Sadie inhaled three pieces of toast and several pretzels and seemed to be able to stop moaning by bedtime. My guts stopped bucking, and BA and I haven't found anything to fight about yet tonight. So I guess all's well that ends well. I hope that scab of ice has softened up some by morning and that I can sneak out to BA's van to steal his scraper before he wakes up.
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