Which reminds me of a conversation I overheard between my husband and his sister. I was working through my spanish-learning website, not a lot of it making sense to me right now (I've moved past 'hola!' and 'como esta' to preterite vs imperfect vs regular vs irregular, and big surprise, I can't seem to keep them straight), and I mentioned that maybe said sister in law could take a moment out of her incredibly busy life to sponsor my learning with some penpal back and forth sort of thing. Said sister in law is fluent in Spanish. Mike is fluent in Russian. My brothers speak spanish, russian and creole between the three of them. It doesn't seem all that unreasonable for me to attempt to know spanish, especially since 50% of the patients at the hospital, and therefore, easily 50% of my community speaks spanish that I should try to be semi-literate, right?
Whatever.... this is where Mike says something to the effect of "Arianne is kinda... uh, incapable of doing anything halfway." Made me feel a little defensive for a little bit until it dawned on me a second later that he meant it as a compliment. As in, good for you Arianne.... not, 'oh my good lord, stop being so obsessive!' Which I'm not.
Some of the time.
Anyway, my oldest has strep. For which he has now taken his first dose of mega-drugs for. He kept waking up with no fever, looking worlds better than he had the night before when he had been spiking a pushing-104 fever. I couldn't figure out how he could go hours looking, well, definitely wiped, but not glowing red shivering writhing in pain like he would look later on. And I was a little freaked about giving him tylenol when he's now taking depakote, because it's gonna be the aceteminophen that does his liver in, I just have a feeling. Anyway, I finally take him in this morning, and we can now look forward to him being able to be back out in public in another 24 hours.
So, house is a wreck, although the dishes and laundry, while slightly behind, have been getting done slowly. Nothing too devastating. That I've noticed anyway.
Which is not always the same thing
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