J has chicken pox. It has totally sapped his energy. Today is the fourth day.
Renee also has chicken pox. This is her second day. She’s doing alright, best when she’s doing something and not laying about moaning. She’s going to miss out on a birthday party that she was really forward to, and most likely we will not be traveling to Mississippi to meet their new cousin. I haven’t broken this news to them yet. I’m trying to plan some other outing to substitute. Sand.
Right now she’s out on the deck playing with the eggs we dyed yesterday. I suspect we’ll dye more later. We have the pretty Aracauna eggs–mint green, pale turquoise, and pale olive eggs. Eggsellent for dying (sorry, couldn’t help myself).
McKinley is also home from school, not because he has chicken pox, but because the possibility of him spreading it makes the school nervous. I don’t mind at all–it does make sense–and really we’ve been enjoying ourselves.
Spring Break is next week, so I don’t have to fret about school things for days and days. The contrast this provides to my normal state of existence has me wondering at my normal state of existence. I am under constant, self-inflicted stress. Gotta change that! Sand.