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It’s not a school; its a germ factory. Trinity has her third virus in less than a month’s time. She’s never been this sick this often. Jonathon has finally succumbed to the sinus infection that he’s been fighting off. He’s on antibiotics. Trin, unfortunately, hasn’t got something that antibiotics will effect. I thought she was over it, when this morning her temperature was 98.something, but her temp spiked in the late morning back to 101.something. It is an improvement over the 103 she had at my ex-husband’s house. He informed me how sick she was, and when her fever went down a little, he’d be dropping her off. I could say more about that, but I’ll just leave it at the bare facts.
So, I’ve got Jon tucked up in our bed, and Trin is downstairs with grandma. There’s homework to do, no matter that she’s sick. The school warned us last year that the difference between second and third grade is big when it comes to the amount of work, but boy, they were not kidding. She’s missed two days, which means she’s got more homework than I remember getting until somewhere about fifth or higher grade. Has anyone checked out that as we force our kids to learn facts earlier and earlier that our test scores as a nation are going down, as compared to other industrialized nations. More is not always better. Earlier is not always the way to go. Sometimes letting kids be kids a little longer would not be so bad. Sigh.
Anyway, I’m going to try and work on the rewrite, because the deadline is past and everyone’s panicking in New York. I might panic, if I had the energy. I’m oddly calm, or maybe I’m just tired. If I make it through this third bunch of sickness without getting it, I will have beat odds Vegas wouldn’t take. Roll them dice.