I have been homebound for the last 2 days. In the last week, I've been to the place that pays me only 1 day (Tueday).
During our semi weekly trip to the commissary Tuesday afternoon, P informed me that her 'teacher' at the daycare let them go out and play in the snow (it snowed about 4 inches ALL day on Tuesday), and her nose and hands were cold, and her pants and shoes/feet were wet. Had I been informed that they were going out in the snow, I would have taken the snow boots, the REAL mittens, and her ski bibs to school for her to change into.
Needless to say Wednesday morning about 2AM P woke with a terrible cough, fever, runny nose, and overall 'my-teacher-let-me-outside-in-the-snow' cooties. So we stayed home Wednesday. And Thursday.
Also, it has continued to snow here for the last 48 hours. The roads are so bad that Uncle LeRoys folks announced that if you are not mission essential at the place that pays you, just stay home. And that I did!! My street has not been plowed, so 6 inches of snow is now 3 inches of packed snow/ice.
Even though she's sick, P is still an eating machine. Today, she woke from a Children's Tylenol Cold induced nap, I asked her if she was ready for lunch, and she said no (watching dvds she received for Christmas was more important). A few hours later it was dinner time (1830~6:30pm for you civilians), then bed time and that's when the trouble began:
Me: You need to take a bath so you can get in bed on time.
P: I can't go to bed yet.
P: Because I didn't eat dinner yet.
Me: We had chicken soup for dinner. *homemade, thankyouverymuch!*
P: That wasn't dinner, that was lunch.
I know you are wondering...yes, I made her 'dinner' (salmon, mac 'n cheese, and green beans)before she went to bed at 2030 (8:30pm for you civilians) , and she ate every bit of it.
I will make an honest attempt to go to the place that pays me tomorrow (Friday) only becuase we need to go to the commissary...again.