Stuffy sucky luck- updated

Update: So her wonderful teacher was actualy completely accurate! Celia was wheezing. We had a rough night last night. I did not sleep at all and it really wasn't all Celia's fault. She fell asleep around 5:30 last night- should have been my first clue that something wasn't right. She woke up around 3 or 4 times, her fever was 101. I took her back to the doctor at 7 am. I saw a different doctor and she was very calm for him. He was able to hear wheezing. So she is on an antibiotic and nebulizer treatments. Pete's Dad is coming to stay with her tomorrow. I am so glad to have his family nearby. I hope Celia treats him well. She seems to be perking up since her neb treatment and didn't feel horrible today, just more tired and clingy. Normally I would just stay home with her but it is the first full week. I am torn, I would love to spend another day curled up with her. Sadly I know there will be other sick days. As for me, I am also sick. I had the worst night with sinus and ear pain, so bad that I seriously considered going to the ER. Everytime I coughed or tried to blow my nose, I thought I was going to pass out. It took a few hours but the drugs that I popped kicked in, but I couldn't sleep. In anycase Celia and I went from her doctor to my doctor and ended up with an antibiotic for each of us.

So do you remember how we started school last year? Read here. Do you remember how we ended the school year?? Read here. You can only guess where this is going. Yes that is right on the night before the first day that I had students I got hit with a horrid cold. I think I caught it from Celia's daycare class but Celia didn't really start until Thursday with her cold. It seems to be the same one of course. It is the kind of no appetite, walk in a fog colds. Well at least for me, Celia is going with the "feed a cold" theory evidently. She has been battling this thing hard and this morning I thought she had turned the corner. I should mention that Pete is in Texas on business so I am the only one here to take off if Celia is sick. It all is bad timing, but I never imagined we would get sick this early. You know, because that never happens... I should have read my blog. In anycase I get a call from her school today that Celia is wheezing. The last time Celia wheezed was when she had RSV and didn't eat for 8 days. Celia doesn't do that. Her teacher was nice and not all that worried and said she was actualy okay to stay but that maybe I should make a doctor's appointment. Wheezing to me, as a severe child and adult asthmatic (outgrew it though after having Celia!), means not breathing very well. So I talked her pediatrician's office and they were able to fit me in with in an hour.
I got to daycare and Celia didn't want to go home, she was tired, but not looking that bad. So off to the doctor we went to find out that she has a cold. I was a little bit excited to hear that it was a cold without an ear infection. I know she could still get an ear infection from this gunky cold, but 6 months ago this would have been double ear infections. This is a horrid cold, I haven't felt this gunky in years. No wheezing or anything in Celia's chest. I called her school to relay the information and let them know that honestly I do appreciate that they are that diligent with the kids. I would have rather made the trip just to be safe and next time they tell me she can wait until after work to go to the doctor, I will wait and not panic. The truth is, Celia is my daughter and I half expect at some point that she will blow up with hives and wheeze. I don't want that but anyone that knows me, knows that was who I was as a kid. Maybe the near 2 years of breastmilk will have paid off...
So Celia is fine, better then I have seen her in days. Of course she had only a 20 min. nap at the doctor's office. So to bed early for her tonight. She is over at my neighbor's house playing right now and I should be doing school work. I am overwhelmed with that. I don't know what to do with these kids. They are awesome as far as behavior goes, okay one is showing some problems, but really nothing bad. It is the high academic work and the crud that is making me feel horrid. If I could just kick this cold, I would be able to think alot more!!
As I drove home today though I really started thinking about part time work yet again. So I go back to that thinking. I think that I should make those decisions when I feel better.

Am I doing this again???

Am I really going back to work for a second year, am I really working full time again?? I keep asking myself that. The answer of course is yes. I am chicken for change I think. I thought about part time work and explored it slightly. Perhaps if things hadn't happened this summer, things that will just remain as "things", I would have. I don't know. The truth is, when I think of part time, I know that all of my options for that kind of work mean no summers off. Summers off are wonderful. Summers off getting paid are amazing. Granted now when I have summers off, I am still working as a Mom. It is a different kind of work though, a sticky kisses, tummy tickles, on the floor flopping pouting, homemade yogurt and smoothy eating, kind of work day. It is a cuddles after a fall or just because kind of day. It is a certain toddler needs a nap so she whines all morning and then only takes an hour nap and then make you want Daddy to come home so bad that you send said toddler to the window to look for him every 5 minutes kind of day. It is a handy manny after poopying kind of day. It is a smoothy popsicle on the front stoop kind of day...

We are getting our new hardwood laminate flooring installed today. Last year it was the countertops, this year the flooring. Next year, hmm... what should next year be?? My bathroom?? But that is the size of a coat closet so not much can be done. There was a problem of course and the guys are off to get some board to put underneath the floor. All is well though because I pitched a fit with home depot and it is going to be free. One of the installer guys told me to call them and act really pissed off, so that is what I did. Now anyone that knows me knows that my pissed off isn't really all that bad. Of course the floor is not installed yet so hopefully everything will be okay.

I left Celia at daycare in a hurry today because the installers called and they were coming early. I left her suddenly and I hope she was okay, of course she is always okay. She loves school. They love her too. It is a quiet day there and they are celebrating her birthday. Thank you to Miss. Holly for making her birthday special. I love that Holly is her teacher, she is a very sweet person. The director, Miss. Donna, makes Celia feel like she is the only kid that goes there. Celia really thinks that. She talks about her and says "Miss. Donna loves me, Miss. Donna gives me hugs". I have asked if she gives other kids hugs and was informed "No, Celia". I know that isn't true, but glad Celia thinks it is. I am glad that when I am away from work that Miss Celia is in good hands!!

Stay tuned, tomorrow I will post pictures from her birthday bash- on her birthday!

Bagels, school is done, and the plague

On Wednesday I leaned my head against the doorway of my classroom and I took it all in. The walls were bare, circle time had no calendar or weather frog, the puzzles were gone, and boxes were packed. I took sometime to think about the year. I pictured the group of kids that frightened my assistant and I at the beginning of the year. I pictured that group that made me tell Pete that I didn't think I was going to last the year, it just was too exhausting. Then I pictured the group that made me want to stay the whole year. I pictured the group that made me love coming into the classroom everyday. I pictured the group that frustrated everyone but made us feel so important and so special. They are not the same group of students, they really aren't. The group of kiddos that we started with did not exist, they didn't exist after November. Don't get me wrong, they were still a handful, but they matured and grew so very much this year. I watched little J learn to defend herself among kids a foot taller and I heard her say her first words. I saw N become calmer and learn, oh did she learn this year. I won't lie, there are a couple of students that I enjoyed the year teaching, but I am okay with not having them next year.
So I didn't stand at that doorway for too long, it just was too painful. I am not sure that my students are going off to better places. Little J will be fine going back to the district, she is smart, sweet, and compliant. I am not sure that I am going off to a better place. I haven't put in my letter of transfer yet but I think that I am. My supervisor asked me again if I knew what I was doing and I told him my plans, then he changed my mind a little. There is a classroom at our Autistic Support school that has some students with behavior problems. I am good with students with behavior problems, but honestly I am tired of that a little. I love the challenge though.
This week has been complicated by the fact that I have the plague. Okay perhaps not "the Plague" but some horrible virus/infection. It started with fever, body aches, and the worst sore throat I have had in years. I popped Tylenol and Ibropfren like candy Mon and Tues to get through work. Wednesday I went to the dr and they didn't know, I was told to fill an antibiotic prescription on Thursday if I didn't feel better. So I woke up Thursday thinking maybe the sore throat was know more like 10 knives then a dozen. I didn't fill the prescription until later that day when things got worse. So today I think maybe I am filling better, but not sure as my throat is still killing me.
Celia is home for the summer with me, today is the official day. She didn't take her morning nap because she took off her sleep sack, nap diaper (undies when awake), and shirt. I heard her from downstairs saying "I nakey, Celia nakey". That never leads to anything good. So I got her up and we played outside for a bit then came in to make bagels. I found a recipe for it and thought it sounded worthwhile to try, the dough is rising right now and I am deflating. I think I need to also take a nap. She really loves to bake, but she thinks that everything we make is muffins. I told her bagels and showed her the pictures. She then asked if I was cooking the muffins!