Keeping Calm, Carrying On
I'm sure you've probably heard the adage Keep Calm and Carry On (mayhap you even have it displayed on your wall). It's become a bit of an unspoken mantra around here, as part of our little effort to keep up the peaceful-easy-feelingness in general and in particular on a Saturday when:
(1) Less than 48 hours and the big Back to School Yay! Day approaches: Will we make it without too much ruckus in the ranks?
(2) We look at Charlie's mouth on Saturday morning and see a large amount of swelling. Jim and I try to discuss this in hushed tones so Charlie doesn't realize (although I can almost guarantee that he does) that his physical state is, once again, the subject of parental angst. During the discussion, we're in the car, as we need to pick up a form from the doctors' office; the form is from Charlie's school, and his physician needs to fill it out so he can participate in a special Adapted Physical Education program to teach him to use the equipment in the fitness room. Due to recent events, I'm thinking that Charlie has some feelings about being at the doctors', so it seems best that we all go. Indeed, the waiting room is full of little kids and Charlie-size parents so it's just as well Charlie waits in the car with Jim.
Being at the doctors' office, we have health concerns on our minds big-time. When we get back home, we've concluded that a return trip to the ER is inevitable as there is definitely a blister, all swollen up, on Charlie's lower lip. We debate and discuss, should we go immediately? it's not discolored, Charlie has no fever, he's still wanting to eat, yes? will he wait as patiently as he did last week?
Charlie himself has been in a sparkly mood all morning. He did (right after getting up) knock the plastic dishrack of the kitchen counter but that was it. After a bit, he put it back as directed and then ran out for a brisk walk-run with Jim; they both got very cold, but Charlie's good spirits were in place for the day. Jim had been invited to a good friend's 50th birthday party and decided to go to part of it, and to keep his cell phone (of course!) on. Charlie and I got some groceries, drove around, ate lunch, searched around YouTube (you know, all the things one does to make for a super-exciting Saturday afternoon). Then Charlie told me he was finished watching and went to do the aforementioned computer/DVD ritual/script. Hewasn't too happy when I interrupted him by showing him the portable DVD player but he was most definitely grinning after I turned on an old Sesame Street DVD.
I then exited stage "bye Mom" and went to work on a few lines of Seneca (meaning, I pulled up the Latin text and stared at the screen). On hearing stomps and steps, I ventured to Charlie's room where I found him lying in bed wrapped in his big fleece blanket. I also found (despite what it's going to sound like!, reason for relief considering the health saga of this whole vacation) bloody marks on the bed. The sore on Charlie's mouth must have finally burst.
I'm inclined to think that he'd put himself to bed because (quite frankly) he wasn't feeling well. Needless to say, Charlie must have felt a ton better after that. Smiliness persisted. Jim came home and we went to check out some sites in Hudson County after which Jim and Charlie went on yet another walk, only this one (with the wind howling away) was more like taking in the tundra. Charlie took off his parka and shoes and went to get a container of rainbow sprinkles, the little round kind.
Which leads to me to refer again to needing to Keep Calm and Carry On when
(3) You think you have discovered an alternate punishment for the Danaids in Hades in the form of picking up a good many of said rainbow sprinkles without the modern convenience of a vacuum cleaner, as your child (who has had such a lovely day, mouth trouble be d****d) is extremely sound sensitive and especially to the roar of the Eureka.
(And don't even mention that you are doing this while your child—who is kindly obliging you by pulling his feet up onto the couch, the better so you can wipe the sprinkle-laden floorboards—is using your laptop, which is to say, you are trying to keep sprinkles from getting into the keyboard.)
Hoping that we can all, yes, keep calm and carry on this new year!