The doc called this morning, yes, it's Saturday, but she's awesome like that (plus she was covering the urgent care shift). My daughter indeed does have strep, but it's Strep G, not Strep A, the more common variety. It's treated the same, with penicillin. I will have to make her stop licking sidewalks and just stick to door knobs, I guess. She is on the mend, however, and if she quits getting a fever, she can even go back to school on Monday.
Now about the family agenda for the next two weeks: For some reason the whole family ended up talking in the family room yesterday. We had gotten on the subject of one of my daughter's friends who calls then when my daughter gets to the phone, tells her she'll call her back. My daughter's response last night was, "okay, but remember, you called me!" She didn't hear from the friend again last night. But we were laughing about it and laughing about other quirky people in our lives when someone pointed out we were "bonding." I exclaimed that we were bonding over gossiping about people, my older daughter piped up in a high-pitched, fake enthusiastic voice, "FAMILY GOSSIP TIME!" which just struck me as hilarious. What a "wholesome" family bonding time we were having!
Then I told them I heard on the radio or TV or something that parents only talk to teens 38 minutes a week and dad and I were trying to catch up, as we were behind that week.
Somehow that morphed into how I hated the family room because it's gross and my younger daughter seconded the opinion. The family room has the same carpet in it since we moved in 19 years ago. It was fairly new when we moved in, maybe a year old, but since has housed barfing babies and many animals. My younger daughter is highly sensitive to fleas, they love her, and feels itchy when she's in that room because of the carpet and a particular chair, which I'll deal with later. I just think it's gross and stinky.
Then the kids and I started redecorating the room in our minds, starting with replacing the carpet with flooring. Then I brought up that it would be fun for them to plan the room (uh, yeah, right) and next thing my husband knew we were at Home Depot looking at flooring and paint chips. Then we loaded up the flooring into the car and grabbed our paint chips and home we went.
Okay, now some of you may think we are crazy doing this before Thanksgiving, but remember, we are not having Thanksgiving next week, we are having it the week after (unlike the year I remodeled my younger daughter's room the week before Thanksgiving and had to move Thanksgiving dinner to my friend's house). And I have two children who have committed to helping me with this (stop laughing!). Plus, because we (my husband and I) were able to agree on flooring that was in-stock, we don't have to wait for it to be shipped and can lay it as soon as the room is unloaded and painted. This will be the last of the wallpaper in my whole house that the evil people who came before me decided to slap up everywhere (see Voodoo Walls on my 9/6/10 post).
The best part is, we have the money. It's bonus time and my Christmas shopping is done already, so all I have to spend money on is almond roca makings and a couple of last minute doo dads.
My husband sighed when we went to bed last night, "Another project!" I explained to him how projects at our house really work: I do all the work and only call him in for the big stuff. In this case it's helping move the bigger furniture and lay the floor.
I know my mother and sister are laughing at me as they read this. But they are probably not surprised, they know I attempt crazy home remodeling projects at the most inopportune times. It makes it more fun that way or crazier, whichever way you choose to look at it. And I am sure my husband, who had to work today, is telling his coworkers, with a grin on his face, what his crazy wife is up to now. Really, though, he'd be bored without me!