The first day the hosta evil came to us in the form of a series of texts from our beloved nanny. This was to be her final week with us before starting a full-time job as a graphic designer. She had not been feeling well the previous week, but we kept thinking it was stress, fatigue or the heat.
Well, Sunday night, her fever spiked to 106˚, and she was admitted to the hospital. I found myself at 7AM discovering her texts from the wee hours letting me know what had happened. I scrambled to check on her condition while simultaneously trying to find someplace for the boys to spend their week that would not be full of hazards and chaos.
NOTE: Our nanny is doing well now and is very much on the mend.
Both boys were scheduled to start Kindercare after the Fourth, so, luckily, I was able to arrange for them to start a week early. The director and staff were so accommodating and understanding. It really made my panic dissipate.
The downside, however? The location I chose is near work, not home. I have a 35-minute commute each way on a good day, which I was now faced with driving twice a day to deliver them to and from daycare (only one direction is against the flow of traffic). But with the state our house was in, and Mom’s trucks arriving with even more stuff the following day, them staying at home was not an option.
So, with only a minor melt down at the change of plans (them and me), I loaded both boys in the car for their first day of school. The rest of the day continued without a hitch. I got our bedroom painted and between Brett and I the boxes were beginning to be unpacked and their contents put away.
After the amusement park ride we called sleep the night before, we wised up on Monday night and just laid out all the blankets and sleeping bags we could find, lined it with some Euro-sized throw pillows and called it a good night. It’ll be better tomorrow… right? right?
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