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Beautiful Children (Day 6)

 


Well.

This has been a week.

I can’t believe that I picked THIS week to write for seven days about things that are beautiful because it’s been a struggle.  Holy Hannah.

Ug.

Finnegan tested Positive (the rest of us are negative)

We read our eyes out about symptoms and we both agree that Finnegan started his symptoms on Monday morning.  He woke up saying his throat hurt and he felt tired.  This is actually pretty common with him when he doesn’t get enough sleep so we asked him if he felt sick or anything and he said no and so off he went to school seeming 100% normal.  The next day said he felt a little tired and his nose ran but he said his throat was better so I gave him allergy medicine (another normal thing at our house this time of year—we all have allergies—I’ve had bad allergies all season) and off to school and so on and so forth until Thursday when he felt pretty much normal again but realized he might have had more exposure than the rest of us and thought maybe, just maybe, he should stay home—just to be safe.  And that’s the day we found out we were definitely exposed.  

Ah, to be 13 with Covid, right? It is the saving grace, if we can say there is one, of Covid.  It just doesn’t usually make the kids sick at all.  

I think he’s still not fully back to normal, but he’s pretty darn close.  I didn’t tell him that until he’s 14 days away from first symptoms, no more hugging.  He’s feeling quite low already an that boy literally lives on hugs.  

Maybe I’ll need to get myself a hazmat suit so he can hug to his hearts content.  Bless him.

Wheph.  I am definitely ready for bed. 

And yet, before I go, despite all this has been, honestly, one of the best Halloweens EVER.  14 mile mountain bike ride (I am a chicken) in the morning.   Then we had an afternoon of cleaning up the yard in this perfect weather and readying everything for winter.  Finnegan and Piper despite not going out anywhere, dressed up as a Greaser (from Grease) and Frog from Frog and Toad books and spent the whole evening with us.  Lucky parents.  And surprises surprise there were tricks or treaters!  We handed out candy (letting them choose their own—no touching) wearing masks—it was perfect!  And dinner of chili, breadsticks, and cinnamon rolls—best yet.  

It’s funny in all the crazy, over and over again, the resiliency of the human spirit is just inspiring.  We will get through this bump (big bump) and we will go on and there will be and is joy and fun and gladness even in the ick.

So strange and yet, sooo true.

We are all going to be ok.

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