Well, I am still home with Will. He has his highs and lows throughout the day but is complaining less of the aches and chills that he was riddled with Monday and Tuesday. The other good news is that he has gotten his appetite back somewhat. Now if anyone knows Will you know that he is not a big eater in the first place. Very persnickety and not a regular member of the clean plate club. Well yesterday he was was really hungry but could not figure out what might taste good. He finally decided that nothing at home would be acceptable and asked me to go to Sonic and get him Popcorn Chicken. I obliged and even took him with me. Nic was hoping that Will wouldn't eat all of the chicken and that he might get some left-over and asked that I dispense the chicken into a bowl as to not let will contaminate the carton.
Well, we got the food quickly and Will dug right in with lots of sound effects that suggested that the chicken was hittin the spot. YEAH! The bad part, he ate it all and there were no left-overs for Nic. Please understand that I had already fed Nic dinner so it's not like I was starving him.
Today Will wanted Ikea meatballs for lunch. I had meatballs from Sam's and he was pretty adamant that those were different from the Ikea version. They are actually different, Italian vs. Swedish, but not that different. I had the mix packet to make the sauce but had no half and half. I ran to Wal-Mart and picked that up and returned home to serve my kids the lunch of his dreams. He ate a dozen meatballs and is quite satisfied.
I am hopeful that I can make him comfortable enough to stay home alone during DI practice tonight. He was pretty needy by 7 pm last night and I only got to go to practice for about 30 mins. Luckily practice is literally down our block and around the corner so I got home quickly enough for what he needed.
The DI team is down to three days until our event. The pressure is on people. I can not wait to share the outcome. Good or bad, the kids are winners in my book.
The good part about being home is that I have plenty of time to deal with phone calls and such. I have been working over the last three days on finding the futon mattress that I ordered 20 days ago. I ordered it on-line after not finding a local vendors. It seems futon sales are not what they used to be. The good news is that the latest report shows it potentially arriving next Monday or Tuesday. Considering that our houseguests, who need a bed, are showing up on Wednesday, I am hopeful that the info I received today is accurate.
OK, off to vacuum and sweep the dead grass that Pete keeps bringing in. The good thing about snow was that it was a protective layer between the dog and the grass. No protection here, we get a good dose daily.
2 comments:
Love that word PERSNICKITY! We probably could write a joint blog on "words" that transcend generations as just perfect for sickly husbands, children and pain in the "patoot" types of folks we encounter! Maybe it's in that urban dictionary link Bob K sent that includes "fartknocker." Happy Wednesday.
2nd NOTE: Hey Fred! When I read the comment I thought, OOPS, Fred will think I talkin' about him and HE is perfectly healthy, right? And rarely persnickity about anything :-) This time, I was referring, to MY persnickity husband who's beginning finally to recover from his second trip in 71 years to a dentist--and the fun will continue!
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