I've officially lost my trust in camps.

Last year Becky loved her Ballet camp but this year she's come home crying every day! It's been a real struggle. The class is triple the size of last year, easily. And she seems shocked by what she sees there. She said yesterday they played a song that was all about how girls are better than boys and there are two boys in her class, and she felt so awkward about it. She didn't know the name of the song so I am not sure exactly what one it was--I think it might have been girls run the world? I was loathe to just start playing songs for the sake of seeing which one it was...

The last two days have been a blur. Tuesday had piano class and I picked up a locker for our house from a friend that she was giving away for free...I love it. We need more storage, but I'm just not sure where to put our trash can--that's where it used to be. I had some debilitating fatigue on Tuesday as well. I don't know why--I was beyond tired. Esther has been waking up a lot at night but I'm used to that. This was another level of tired with anxiety to boot. Maybe I drank too much coffee or maybe my blood sugar was high, I'll have to remember to check if it happens again...

I love the locker!!

Something crazy also happened at my husband's work. I think I briefly mentioned he was working from home because the air conditioner is broken at his office and it's been getting up to 140f inside so they won't let people in--but something else happened that leaves me wondering if there are going to be some lawsuits filed. Anyway, they were installing a new air conditioner via a crane--and the building was thankfully empty because of safety and the crane dropped/or malfunctioned and the air con fell through the roof and into the forth floor where they have a kitchen, which is just a short walk away from where my husbands cubical is. It's like something out of a sitcom. I am so sure that the CEO of this particular building is not happy. I bet the company delivering the air conditioner is also not happy. I wonder if whoever was operating that crane still has a job.

It's been a melodrama. Anyway, both the air con and the hole in the ceiling have to be fixed before my husband and maybe 300 other people (?) [I have no idea actually how many people work at this office] can go back to work. And while he can work from home for the most part, the company he works for is losing thousands of dollars a day because most of the equipment and people he and others need to work with cannot be met with or moved. I'm sure many others got surprise holidays since you can't really do much HR work or Janitorial work from home, or work in the cafeteria that feeds the employees if there are no employees. 

the crane at my husband's work

It's just crazy. I keep asking him for updates but he doesn't have any. 

And I love him being home. It's a blessing to have him there for lunch and the kids love running out once a day to get hugs. I wish he could work from home all the time! But alas, it is not to be.

I haven't even gotten to Wednesday yet. Well, Wednesday Becky went to camp and I cleaned stuff and read more of Elizabeth and her German Garden, and boy do I have questions. I don't think Elizabeth and I would be friends. I also think she and her husband need some marriage counseling, but I think if I suggested it to her she would laugh in my face. The man of wrath, indeed. 

She says that it's indecent for women to garden!! I'm glad I didn't live 100 years ago. I love gardening. I guess woman of fortune did not usually dig in the dirt.

I wonder why Elizabeth loves gardens. The book doesn't really say. I think it's because she's avoiding all the stuff in her life she should be dealing with, like husbands and servants and her three daughters...

Anyway, I'm almost done with the book and it's not my favorite. It's well written but I find Elizabeth to be full of herself and a bit of a cynic. Maybe that's expected. 

Has anyone else read it?

Becky came home and I made sausage and roasted veggies and muffins for lunch. The kids watched a movie and I played yarn chicken and lost, so I'll have to figure that out...and then we went to piano group class where Becky started developing a sore throat and fast forward to dinner, where I took leftovers from the fridge and stir-fried them in buttter--Esther is getting sick too! It's a gnarly sore throat so I dosed with four different types of homeopathic remedies and gave Becky cough drops and tea (Esther is too little for cough drops yet) and well, that was the evening. We are in the cusp of a new illness and either it will get better tomorrow or it won't, and I'm glad I have frozen soup in the deep freezer. Sometimes I don't, and then we really don't know what to do.

Brian has tomorrow off for the holiday that I still don't quite understand what it stands for--he tells me and I keep forgetting, so I am so glad we might have two adults to care for the sick babies. Unless one of us gets it overnight. Then one adult (if one is well) will have an extra person to care for, which is never fun.

Being sick with small kids is on my list of top 10 least favorite life things. I think it's at number 2. It would be right under chronic pain, and right above car wrecks, childbirth, and green beans, in that order.

I really don't like green beans. 

Wish me luck and send prayers for a well household. And pray Becky will drink her tea, she is notoriously fickle at accepting sickbed care. I have one kid who does everything I say with religious regularity when it comes to medicine administration and strangely enough this kid always stays sick longer. And then I have Becky who fights me on everything but usually gets better in 24 hours. I don't understand it either. 

(Okay I do understand it; Reuben has chronic health issues and Becky doesn't....but still, poor Reuben who always follows all the doctors instructions and has to be sick for a week, and Becky who gets well and still eats ice cream...sometimes the world isn't fair, at least that's what Reuben says....we are working on healing him. God is good)

Oh, there's also Esther, who just wants to be held when she's sick. That definitely isn't helpful either.

I think I feel a tickle in my throat. I'm going to bed.