Russian Literature Lesson

Chekhov once said, “Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out,” on some days that rings out loud and clear to me. Today the boys school called at lunch to say Casey J had thrown up twice, which turned out to be one time too many. We went straight over to get him (it takes 3 minutes to get there from the shop) and he laid on the couch for awhile (no fever) then got up and got around. Odd I thought, must have been something he ate, he is still eating the pecans he finds in the school yard (he’s figured out how to smash them with a rock to open them) so I didn’t give much more thought to it.

However, while parked in front of the school waiting to pick up Z-man, in his panicked voice he notified me he was about to “puke”, it actually sounded sort of cute. As I frantically searched for a towel, shirt, anything the noises began. I managed to grab a sweatshirt but it was like a false alarm at first. He told me he was okay only to have him “puke” on me 200 hundredths of a second later. At one point I just told him to stand in the doorway of the van and let it go onto the road. Thank goodness for the big bottle of waterless soap I keep in the van! I think I’ve already filled my grossness quota for the 2008 year, these random bugs are bouncing back and forth between them.

When I get home today it’s all out war on germs – sheets off the beds, Lysol sprayed everywhere, Clorox wipes on every surface. I’ll show those germs. Little man’s asleep on the couch in the back while his brother quietly plays back there. Is it 5 o’clock yet? Sometimes the day-to-day really does wear you out, thank goodness for vino. Huh, did I just say type that? Yep, I did.

Chekhov once said, “Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out,” on some days that rings out loud and clear to me. Today the boys school called at lunch to say Casey J had thrown up twice, which turned out to be one time too many. We went straight over to get him (it takes 3 minutes to get there from the shop) and he laid on the couch for awhile (no fever) then got up and got around. Odd I thought, must have been something he ate, he is still eating the pecans he finds in the school yard (he’s figured out how to smash them with a rock to open them) so I didn’t give much more thought to it.

However, while parked in front of the school waiting to pick up Z-man, in his panicked voice he notified me he was about to “puke”, it actually sounded sort of cute. As I frantically searched for a towel, shirt, anything the noises began. I managed to grab a sweatshirt but it was like a false alarm at first. He told me he was okay only to have him “puke” on me 200 hundredths of a second later. At one point I just told him to stand in the doorway of the van and let it go onto the road. Thank goodness for the big bottle of waterless soap I keep in the van! I think I’ve already filled my grossness quota for the 2008 year, these random bugs are bouncing back and forth between them.

When I get home today it’s all out war on germs – sheets off the beds, Lysol sprayed everywhere, Clorox wipes on every surface. I’ll show those germs. Little man’s asleep on the couch in the back while his brother quietly plays back there. Is it 5 o’clock yet? Sometimes the day-to-day really does wear you out, thank goodness for vino. Huh, did I just say type that? Yep, I did.

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