The Angry Baker has been called out of town for a family emergency. He is gone for a week, a week which looks to be one of the busiest for me in a long, long time. Just to make it fun, the Angry Kid began our mommy/daughter adventure by vomiting approximately 24 hours' worth of food in the back seat of my car.
Monday I have to teach and we have an important faculty meeting in preparation for Tuesday. Ellesiouville city schools are closed for President's Day and I have no babysitter. I'm betting that my vomiting will begin sometime near evening -- the Angry Kid's licked lunch leavings that I scarfed down today are looming large in my memory.
Update: I found a babysitter, so Monday was less horrible than I thought it would be. The vomiting continued throughout the day. I was fine.
Tuesday I have to teach and we have a P&T meeting in the late afternoon. We are considering 5 tenure cases, two that I care very much about. (I know I should care about them all, but this week I only care about two.) One case is at the beginning of the alphabet and the other is at the end. After-school care ends at 6 p.m..
Update: The kid is still sick. I dropped the car off for detailing and we both took the bus to work -- she barfed twice along the way. My secretary did babysitting during my class and a colleague did it during the P&T meeting. The car is clean. I am still fine.
Wednesday I have to teach and it should be a relatively stress-free day, except that, thanks to today's disaster and Thursday's schedule, I will have to take my car in and get it detailed after my class. Did I mention that I'm also supposed to be giving a talk on Wednesday afternoon?
Update: Kid went to school today, so I got to experience a nearly-normal day of work. I have a killer cold -- but at least I'm not puking. My talk was horrible, because I gave it while half-asleep and wiping my nose, but that's not so out of the ordinary. When I picked the Kid up from school, she was not wearing the same clothes that I dressed her in this morning. She now has explosive diarrhea. I'm not sure why they didn't call me to come pick her up after the second pooping episode; apparently there were many.
Thursday I have to teach and I am sponsoring a visit to the university by a celebrity professor. (He's no Britney Spears, but is as close to real celebrity as any of us get without getting 50 years to life.) I am picking him up in the morning and chauffeuring him around in the car with the back seat completely soaked in vomit. Getting the car detailed on Wednesday, hopefully, will make it unnecessary for me to live the rest of my life hiding under my bed in shame. On top of the celebrity visit, scheduled from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., one of my dearest colleagues is giving a prestigious, university-wide address, which I am going to miss.
Update: I am alive. This day is over and I am alive. I am going to bed now.
Friday is a day-long symposium I was hoping to be able to attend. I may just stay home and sleep. In the evening I have a ticket to the opera, purchased in Spring of '08. I have arranged baby-sitting, but I would rather stay home and sleep. Really.
The Angry Baker returns on Saturday. I plan on checking into a hotel, by myself, for the weekend.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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When I first started reading your blog, I had no children. Now, I have one.
Did I laugh more at this because I can imagine myself in your shoes? Yes.
You have my sympathy.
This is going to be a rough week. There is one upside, namely that there is that much going on at your university in terms of talks and symposia. Not a good week for it though, I know. Good luck!!! I mean seriously - not a good week for the AB to be gone, and plus, on a family emergency no less!!! Good luck!!!
Oy. I am wishing you the best of luck.
Damn. I'll be thinking of you this week. Were I closer, I'd lend any hand I could.
If it makes you feel better, next week is my season in Hell, as CH is taking the bar; I have classes, committee meetings and presentations falling out of my ass next week
Rent a car. It will be worth it. You can drop yours off for detailing and pick it up when you have time. Maybe after AB gets back.
Renting a car is a very good idea.
Nah -- no hotel for you -- you'll throw your arms around AB and tell him how much you missed him. And possibly throw up down his back.
I agree that renting a car isn't a bad idea. I hope AK is feeling better. WHen she's a little better, I prescribe cinnamon/sugar toast (which my mother called "alamazings") and week tea. For both of you.
Ugh. Bless your heart, AP...and best of luck with this hellacious week.
Crumbs.
Oh man, that's rough. I'm sorry. :(
All the same, I'm sure you'll manage to get through it in one piece. Best of luck, all the same!
Rent a car.
Or get the university to rent one.
You're helping them out, right? They oughta help YOU out here.
Wow. I've had bad weeks, but that one, that one is really, really impressive.
I hope it was just a 24 hour thing with the little one. I'm waving the Mommy Fairy Wand in your direction that all vomiting in the house has ceased and that there will be no more laundry from it. Have you trained her yet to aim for the bucket instead of the sheets? Mine still try to get to the bathroom and always hit the wood floor instead with massive splatter. I hate that.
This is what Some Among Us (here in cheeseland) refer to as "The Joys of Motherhood". Feh! I hope it's working out, counting down, moving along -- That's the sort of thing that happens, it's never easy; I have no doubt that you will emerge, dignity intact (barfing notwithstanding) and above all, elegance.
Oh, oh, oh. And here I thought having to turn in my dissertation next week was a miserable scenario. Hope it gets better. In every way.
PS Let the babysitter watch the Angry Kid while you sleep on Friday night. That will help.
When I mentioned all the Angry kid's problems to my mother, she reiterated her complaints with the bastards at Walmart - how they only sell big towels and she wants the smaller towels.
Yes, she is on the other side of the curve; she's become more self-absorbed than our child was at 36 months. Between the towels and being hustled by the Jewish Women Mah Jong gangs, she's more interested in me tending to her needs than yours.
I hurt for you my love.
I'll be home soon. Kiss the kid for me.
ps, Should I schedule your massage therapist?
The school made the wrong call on that one. If it's that bad and has been going on for that long, it's almost definitely contagious. Can you get a good cleaning lady to come in and disinfect your house during the day? It would help and make you less likely to catch it.
Gatorade. I should buy stock in Gatorade. When my kids have that, it's the only thing they can keep down.
Oh, yes to the Gatorade! Brilliant, Carina. Gatorade mixes very well with vodka!
I hope you get some rest, are able to relax, and feel better.
Your massage has been scheduled for early next week in the evening - it is a house call. Angry Kid and I will be partying at Wendy's while you regain sanity. You are my hero.
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