I’ve been so quiet this weekend. I guess that’s what happens when you’re stuck inside with a sick kid; there just isn’t a whole lot worth reporting.
Caroline is still sick. She woke up with a normal temp this morning and we thought the virus had passed; her temp remained normal for several hours, but by 11, it started to creep back up again. So, I guess I’ll bring her to the doctor tomorrow. Maybe it’s more than a virus? If only she had some other symptoms, to make this all a little more clear.
Thankfully, Caroline is hardly ever sick; the last fever she had was in June 2009; but when she does get a fever, it’s of a lengthy and stubborn variety.
I don’t think I even left my house yesterday, which made for a very long and boring day. Today I happily escaped to the gym for a bit, which is great, because I’m not going tomorrow. They generally frown upon the presence of sick kids in the kid zone.
We just got back from dropping Craig off at the airport; he’s on to Georgia for several weeks of training. Having him home was nice and I suppose Caroline’s fever gave her plenty of opportunity to spend with her dad. They stayed upstairs and watched TV and played on the laptops almost all day yesterday. Two peas in a pod, they are.
It’s never fun saying good bye, but we’ll *probably* see him in May for a quick visit, which gives us something to look forward to. Of course, I feel especially bad because I got mad at Craig this morning. You never want to waste precious time being mad…but, HE ATE MY LUNA BAR!!
I bought two: one for him and one for me. And he ate mine. The one I was saving to eat before my workout this morning.
A gym/Facebook friend posted that the coconut chocolate dipped Luna bar tasted like a Girl Scout Samoa cookie. Because she’s a trustworthy sort of person, I took her advice and bought the coconut chocolate dipped Luna bar at Whole Foods last week. And, because I’m especially generous, I bought one for Craig, too. Even though Luna bars are for women. Clearly, he’s secure enough in his manhood to eat a lady bar. Er, TWO lady bars.
I’m not a huge Girl Scout cookie fan, because I firmly believe that cookies should be big, fat and chewy. Girl Scout cookies generally lack all three of these qualities. I mean, I’ll eat a Girl Scout cookie if offered one, but I don’t ever find myself craving them. However, all bets are off when it comes to Samoas; they’re definitely my favorite. So when I heard this Luna bar tastes like a Samoa, I jumped on the chance to try one and planned to enjoy it before my Sunday morning Kangoo Jumps class.
So you can imagine my displeasure when I went to grab my Luna bar and found it missing. MISSING.
Craig fessed up, claiming he didn’t have anything else to eat. If you saw my pantry, you’d know that was a flat out lie, but what can you do? I know we didn’t have any other protein bars available, but we had other equally delicious edible offerings at Craig’s disposal.
Oh well. What is done is done; and for now, I’ll have to go on not knowing how delicious the coconut chocolate dipped Luna bar is.
The tragedy that is my life is almost unbearable at times.