Manars are BACK! Tell a friend.🎵
Yes, folks, in the face of COVID-19....we are back. Let’s do a recap of our lives since say, March 9th. The week was sure to be a doozy. We “sprung forward” and lost a precious hour of sleep, the moon cycle was approaching full, and Friday was the 13th. That’s enough to set the scene.
Will developed a cough on Sunday. A dry cough. Nothing concerning. He went to school as normal, tried out for track, and took cough medicine and his inhaler as needed. No fever. I'm not concerned.
Monday night, I go to bed ready to sleep all night. I slept poorly Sunday night due to the time change, I guess, though I’ve not had this problem in the past. Andy was gone overnight in Champaign. At roughly 3:00 A.M. I wake up to the sound of our garage door opening!!!! My heart was in my throat. I stumble to the door in time to hear the handle being jiggled. I yell, “hello!” and just before I shit myself or have a heart attack (or both), I hear Andy’s voice, “it’s me.” He ended up driving home around 1:00 A.M after the heat in his room wouldn’t shut off (it was 80 degrees) and there were no other rooms available. In his defense, he texted me, but folks, my phone goes on DND after 10:00 P.M. Let this be a lesson, if you need me, you better call our home phone. Anyway, I try unsuccessfully to go back to sleep after a near death experience and thinking for sure we were going to be the next Dateline Friday Night Mystery.
Tuesday comes and goes. I worked all day and then volunteered at the family fun night. I was sure this would be the night to catch my beauty zzzz’s. It started off beautifully until 11:30 PM when "the" dreaded child wake up call roused me from my sleep. “I puked,” and there is Will is standing in my doorway. I’m thinking he coughed so much he threw up. I send Will back to the bathroom and wake up Andy (I don’t do puke). Within seconds, I realize we aren’t dealing with puke from coughing. Andy is dying out there. According to his descriptions, there is vomit EVERYWHERE!!!! In Will’s doorway, in the bathroom (all over a CLOSED toilet seat and dripping from the sink), and all over the living room floor. I can’t. I want to cry. If I was home alone, I would have just set the place on fire. So Andy does the clean up duty, while I sit with Will over a trash can. Will and I were literally up ALL night. Needless to say, we both miss school and work Wednesday. Same for Thursday. Once the gastrointestinal stuff was out of the way, he ran a 102 fever and still had his cough.
Friday, I leave the house and Andy stays home with Will. Who is now the birthday boy! 13 on the 13th, a Golden birthday no less. He stays home again just to get some more rest. Here he his on his special day.
By the end of Friday, we learn school is out for the next 2 weeks, until March 31st. Our district has been preparing for this very thing so all of our kids have their school work. The good news is, I had a fresh color and cut. And I was able to get Abbie in for her eyebrows. Just in time for isolation.
Saturday’s Wyatt get together is officially cancelled. Late Saturday night, Andy finds out a colleague tested positive for
coronavirus. He tells me not to worry, he was with her on March 3rd.
She just went for her test Thursday, I think it was. I go and read the
news. She began symptoms on March 4th!!!! That was a low grade fever
and headache, which she recovered from, and headed back into the world.
It wasn't until March 9th that she became worse. Sooooo, did Will have
corona? We will never know. Did Bill and Paula also have it since
Andy had been at their house? Again, we will never know. Maybe it was
influenza? Maybe it was a cold and also a stomach bug? At any rate, I
had enough of germs.
Will’s family party for Sunday is cancelled as Bill and Paula have been sick (with similar symptoms to Will) since Monday/Tuesday and are still sick. I worry about any unnecessary germs in our home from the rest of the crew. Katy decides to also freak out and cancels. Abbie does venture out for a 30 minute hitting lesson on Sunday while I hit the grocery store and grab what little items I can. Andy is gone for a COVID meeting with school Superintendents. I end Sunday night by making a school schedule for the kids. Abbie revolts. Will and Ben decide to be good sports about it. This is it, people. Social isolation has begun.
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