Monday (St. Patrick's Day) was the day we started ripping out our kitchen. Yay! We've been looking forward to this for months -- or in my case, years!
So the weekend before was supposed to be a double camp weekend for the boyz. This was going to be perfect. We could move the kitchen table, etc. into the dining room and buy some last minute kitchen things we've been wanting to shop for together (new chairs, dishes, faucet, etc.) while we had the house to ourselves. We were also going to go over to my parents for a belated birthday celebration (remember it snowed then) as well as St. Pat's dinner. My mom loves to host things and it just doesn't work at her house with Alan so this was going to be a wonderful relaxing, ADULT weekend.
When I dropped him off, I told his buddy what had happened (I don't believe in trying to sneak something like that by them). I knew that Alan technically should not be at camp (it had been less than 24 hours since he had diarrhea) but he didn't SEEM sick. In fact, he heard me say "camp" earlier in the day and repeated it several times which is usually a positive thing. He doesn't say "yes", he just repeats the words if that is what he wants.
DH and I grabbed a late dinner Friday night and watched a movie. I talked to the nurse at camp Saturday morning (about something different) and she said Alan was doing fine -- eating breakfast, etc. It seemed like the crisis had been averted. We ran errands, had some beer to celebrate St. Pat's and went over to my parents' house. About a half hour after we got there, I got a call from the director of camp to say that Alan was just lying around and he hadn't eaten any lunch or dinner. Great.
So we went to pick him up early. He still didn't seem "sick", but he wasn't exactly "right" either. Shortly after we got home, I got sick. I didn't have any of the really nasty stuff, I was just weak, shaky and NOT hungry (all I ate all day Sunday was a granola bar). Then Sunday night on the way home from camp, Joe puked all over his car while driving. My sainted hubby cleaned that up while Joe and I slept. Luckily by then Alan seemed back to normal.
Monday morning I struggled to vertical long enough to let the contractor in and drive Alan to day camp (it was his spring break but I had signed him up for a day camp knowing this was close to kitchen time) and then came home and slept some more.
By Monday afternoon I felt better. When I picked Alan up, one of the staff stopped me to tell me about the college option for Joe. We got the paperwork on Tuesday, had the tour on Wednesday, filled out the paperwork on Thursday and submitted it on Friday.
Joe was FANTASTIC about filling out most of the paperwork himself.
Meanwhile, the kitchen went from this ...
to this ...
to this ...
I'm exhausted just writing all this, so hopefully you have a sense of our monsoon from last week. At least this week is calling for calmer weather ... and the installation of new cabinets!