The theme of the past week at our house.
Somehow this happened though, so we did have some success this past weekend.
You guys. The past couple of weeks! Have been insane. Just....there are no words, really. Except these.
As I mentioned the other day, my town has been taken over by influenza. Also strep and stomach flu, but mostly influenza. It has only gotten worse since the last time I wrote here. Last week one kindergarten class at my daughters' school was down to seven children in attendance. SEVEN. There were over 100 kids out sick each of the last few days of school before holiday break started (Friday was the last day). ONE HUNDRED. There were so many staff out sick that there weren't enough subs, and some absences went unfilled. (That means random staff people filled in here and there for an hour or two in places where there weren't any subs.)
I can think, off the top of my head, of two families we are close to who have not fallen ill. Everyone else has been stricken by something. Every day someone else is on FB or texting me, saying, "And now we're down too." It is cray-cray times one thousand.
I went back to work last Friday, and Genevieve back to school, for the one day before Christmas vacation started. I wanted to make an appearance before the two weeks' away, and I also wanted to save THREE sick days (as opposed to two) for the remainder of the school year, oy.
It was kind of depressing, actually. School sort of felt like a ghost town. Out of the seven boys in the autism program (where I work), only two were there. The rest were out sick with influenza. So I didn't even get to see or say goodbye/happy holidays to the others before the long break. Meaning it will be three weeks since I've seen them--because I was out sick too--when we all return in January. It just feels too long.
After one full day back, both Genevieve and I were wiped out again for the weekend. Influenza does not go away in three days, or four, or even a week. We napped most of the weekend and didn't get dressed at all. We ran out of groceries. We got nothing done for our holiday travels this week. It was survival city and that's it, friends. And hoping Santa would take care of the rest.
Today Genevieve and I woke up and felt better. More like ourselves. Enough energy to get dressed. Which is a good thing because we have haircuts to get, errands to run, and suitcases to pack today. No more time for influenza. But as I've been busy around the house doing things like combing my hair for the first time since Friday, I've gotten texts from two friends telling me that they're down for the count (still, again, or finally). All over my town, kids are feverish on couches and moms are panicking about fitting in last-minute doctor appointments.
This, too, shall pass, and in the future we'll all have the stories about December/Christmas 2014, when half the town was sick and absent from school and not ready for the holidays. How our town ran out of Tamiflu and it got warm outside and the snow melted and it RAINED on still-green grass, after a November of snow and below-zero temps. Maybe it's all related? The crazy-backward weather and the influenza/strep throat/stomach flu epidemic?
I don't know, but I date the beginnings of the sicknesses to just after Halloween, when my three-week virus that turned into a sinus infection began, and then Genevieve got the stomach flu, and then strep entered our household, and then influenza, etc. etc. etc. It's been early November since I exercised with any regularity and the kids were making it to all their Tae Kwon Do classes and swim lessons.
We are rallying today, though, like I said, because Christmas is almost here, and I've decided that this year Christmas might be about Just Showing Up. Grab the unwrapped presents, stuff the car with clothes and gifts and treats and Christmas CDs for the drive, and just go.
Merry Christmas to you and yours, and may good health be with you this week! Or at the very least may your city not run out of Tamiflu!