Well, it was all a bit of a whirl. Or maybe swirl is the better word, if you get my drift.
It involved both Urban Kids getting strep, then yours truly, thus leaving Urban Dad as The Last Man Standing for a few days. Just when we thought we had that all cleared out, Urban Kid 1 scored the stomach flu for about 24 hours. Nipping on the heels of that was my 40th birthday. (I'm sorry, but that still feels strange to say) Best Namma Ever! and Pink Power Ranger came up to
When we returned home from dinner, we learned that the U-Kids had pleaded to drive back to St. Louis with BNE! and PPR for a few days of Grandma Camp. (gee, ya don't suppose a week and a half of being cooped up sick gave them cabin fever too??) BNE! was open to the idea, plus the DealMaker -- meeting me in Bloomington-Normal (about 1/2-way between Chicago and St. Louis on I-55) in order to hand them back off the next Monday.
U-Dad and I spent the weekend
Then, the phone rang.
Not The Best Namma Ever! from a previous post.)
I called BNE! to inform her of her former-MIL. PPR and her fiance (I'm sorry, but after all that the last few months have thrown at PPR, I can no longer call him a weenie boyfriend. He's turned out to be a stand-up guy) started their 45-minute drive to let our bio-dad know the news.
So one day to collect ourselves, and then we were right back on I-55 on Wednesday. Upside: the U-Kids were psyched to go back to Grandma Camp.
I skipped taking the U-Kids to the visitation and funeral. It was at least 30 minutes from BNE'!'s house, plus Not The BNE wanted to be buried next to her husband, who she lost in 1942, and who is buried two hours away from St. Louis. For those of you keeping track at home, that's two hours back. For a twenty-minute service. And visiting for a few hours with distant relatives that I have not seen since childhood, several of whom I simply do not remember. (upside: always good to see the my brothers-from-another-mother and their broods)
Just too long of a day for the U-Kids, especially for someone that -- sorry, but -- they didn't know all that well. Plus, U-Dad and I thought that we should both be there for their first funeral experience (he stayed in Chicago, and I was totally fine with it).
Can I just add that I came back to BNE!'s house to find that she had not only watched the U-Kids all day, but that she had also made my favorite dessert? All she would do is shrug and say, "I dunno, I just felt like it." BNE! rocks.
Then back to Chicago for the last day of February.
Care to guess how much school got done?
I'm ready for March.