The Double Whammy
Can someone please explain to me the sick joke that the man upstairs pays on me when I'm preparing for a major event, am two days away from that major event, and both of my kids come down with strep! They've never even had strep before - but of course, today, as I had planned to tie up loose ends my son woke up with a strange rash and my daughter seemed perfectly fine - I even went with her on a school trip but when it was time to head home, she said she was feeling dizzy and tired and her throat ached and the next thing we knew, my husband, who lucky for me came home to take my son to the doctor so I could go on the school trip, ran back out to take my daughter to the doctor while I stayed home with my son and my trusty BlackBerry.
While responding to emails and crossing off dozens of items from my to do list, Dylan insisted we play a game. The guess which animal I'm thinking of game. I pretty much went through every animal I could think of and he aced the subject - next time I'll throw in a weevil just to keep it interesting. He then ate a few bites of dinner, refusing his veggies of course, and then I whipped out a special treat - we were going to bake smores cookies - you gotta love Pillsbury to cheer up any kid with a bacterial infection.
The diagnosis for my daughter - you guessed it - strep throat. And hence the name of this blog - Double whammy. A double whammy always seems to hit me when I'm busiest and maybe it's a wake up call that I've gone into overdrive since launching my two companies. Thank goodness my event will be over at 4:01 pm on Saturday and then I can relax and think about what culinary masterpiece I'll be purchasing for Thanksgiving when we entertain over a dozen relatives. Funny how people stress over what they're cooking for Thanksgiving, stress over work, stress over gaining weight, stress over carpool schedules and yet the biggest stress of all trumps everything hands down when your kids get really sick.
Thankfully my two kids are on antibiotics - one pink, one white with skin cream for his weird pimples and of course, they'll both be out of school tomorrow. According to the pediatrician, they should be fine by Saturday but if not, my hubby will be holding down the forte at home while I host a casting call for "Supernanny," over 30 vendors, performers, authors, an illustrator, Miss Teen New Jersey and a kid's fashion show that my daughter has been talking about for months. Life always has a funny way of throwing me curve balls, but no matter how busy I get or how many hats I wear, at the heart of everything is that I'm the one everyone depends on. I am mommy hear me roar. If Helen Reddy could see me now.--------