Last month’s book club pick was Frankenstein. I tried to read it, I really truly did, but it was just too much. Did I mention it was written two hundred years ago? The language was so flowery and I already basically knew the story, so it wasn’t very suspenseful. It was also just so miserable and dark and depressing. I just couldn’t stick with it. I am not in high school any more. I don’t have to read anything I don’t want to read. Right? (She said while stomping her foot.) This month’s pick is exactly the opposite. We picked a humorous collections of essays about one man’s dysfunctional family during the holidays.
Archive for October 30th 2009
With all of the illness that has been going through our house this season, soccer season has pretty much been a bust. Liam got to play MAYBE four games. Colm is about the same. Practices…we didn’t make it to too many of those either. It didn’t help that it has been so cold. Running around when it’s warm is a lot different for your lungs than running around when it’s cold and windy. The boys are aware they have missed most of the season and both are very concerned that they aren’t going to get their trophies. I assured them that they could still get their trophies. Their coaches understand and aren’t going to withhold their trophies from them just because they’ve been sick. I let them know that they can also go to the end of season parties as long as they are healthy. (Which also happens to be where you get the trophy.) Soccer sign-ups for the spring season are in three days. I am going to sign them up and hope we are all healthy by then.
I went to go have lunch with Colm today and when Colm saw me he started crying and said he wanted to go home. I felt his head and I knew why. He didn’t look like he felt well. We cleaned up his lunch and headed to the nurse’s office where she confirmed my suspicions. I asked Colm when he started feeling badly and he said at recess. He said he was walking around at recess crying because he didn’t feel good. Broke my heart. He just wanted to go home and lay down and he was stuck outside at recess with gale force winds. Poor guy. So tell your little people that if they don’t feel good they can tell their teacher and she will help them. It may seem obvious to us, but maybe not so much to them.
Update: When I was talking to him about this later he said he was also crying because he was cold and he was trying to stay warm. That REALLY broke my heart. He didn’t feel good AND he was freezing.