Where The Hell Are 'Ya, Miss Thang?

Sick kid and last minute lectures.

Ian has a cough that only comes out at night. An incubus, perhaps? For the past couple of nights, he's been waking himself coughing or gagging on mucus sliding down his throat . Last night was particularly rough. Today, I gave 3 lectures (4-1/2 hours) with two hours of sleep. I think my eyeballs are shaking.

I also learned today that when your computer scolds you for ripping out a flash drive improperly, it really means it. After I finished my powerpoint lectures at midnight, I was too hasty with my flashdrive withdrawal. Meant that when I stumbled into class today, I couldn't coast on some slides. The hapless professor.

I sent Ian to school and daycare today. It was a toss up. He hadn't been coughing much during the day. But the poor kid didn't sleep at all. But I already used up my mom favor for the week. But he really puked his guts out last night. But it seemed like it was from gagging and not a stomach flu. A more conscientious parent might has help him back. I sent him in and waited for a call.

On my lunch hour, I feverishly tried to reconstruct my powerpoint slides for my policy class and called Steve to see if he got a call from Ian's school. No, he said, and sounded rather puzzled that I had been so stressed out. I was a bit annoyed that I had to shoulder all the worry. I've been trained that worrying is a necessary job that must be done to prevent real disasters from happening. When people stop worrying, that's when the tornadoes hit and the ground opens up. Worrying is a family responsibility, just like doing the laundry and taking out the garbage. I have to admit that I feel like Steve isn't doing his fair share here. Don't even talk to me about compartmentalizing.

After school, I retrieved Ian from daycare, where they said he didn't eat anything all day, but no bouts with narcolepsy. We picked up Jonah from his aftercare program. Home. Ordered pizza and a salad. Warmed up soup for the poor tired boy. After one sip of chicken soup, Ian sacked out on the sofa. I'm planning on popping out my contacts and reading the blogs for a while.

Blogging might happen in fits and starts for the next few weeks. Thanks for continuing to stop by.

Comments

[Russell Arben Fox]

I was wondering how you were doing, and whether Ian was any better. So sorry to hear how things have been going. Riding out these late-winter flus and coughs can be murder. Hope he feels better soon. And you too, Laura--get some sleep!

[Ancarett]

Oh, this sounds so familiar only when we were going through this same stage with the girls, they didn't have classroom computers or projectors. So it was forgetting overheads and having to reconstruct them that would be my fate. Wishing you good health, good weather and good luck for the next several weeks and beyond.

[FA]

Wow. It is so tough juggling classes and family with kids. I give you kudos.

[another professor-mom]

Congratulations on actually making it to & through all your classes, and getting to the weekend. Hoping that you get some real rest today & tomorrow, and a less tough time next week -

[Laura]

Thanks, guys. It's okay. This is very short term pain going on here. The semester is over at the end of April and then I'm only teaching two classes next fall and spring. Things are insane right now, because I'm teaching four classes and they're all new preps. In two months or so, it will be all done. I can handle a little shaky eyeball syndrome for only ten weeks.

[Baze]

What the hell is this site?