Day Seven - Fucking Shit News and Repeat News
Day 7: Fucking Shit News and Repeat News
The day started off well enough. Well, I think it was this morning that Duncan was up way too early - but then again I think that is every morning. This was like 6:30. They decided that they were going to go downstairs to play on the switch. This wasn't a bad thing since Isla had us up again last night. I ended up getting out of bed somewhere around 7:45 (shhhhhhh...)
After some initial work, I received some really shit news. A colleague of mine has it and is in critical condition. We taught together, were APs together at the same time and principals together as well. We spoke regularly - email, text and phone. And so I am having a bit of a hard time with this. So after that, I said fuck it, and went in the back and watched Rebels with Malcolm - who was very happy to do so.
We ate breakfast afterwards and then I jumped back in the saddle to try to do some more work. So, apparently, we are supposed to report any cases (I needed to report our teacher) to our reporting system, a DoE email and the DoH. I didn't get any clear response on exactly what I needed to do. So, I did what I thought I needed to do and when I called the DoH they told me I didn't have to because that would have already been done and that I was the second DoE person she spoke with. I informed her that this was the policy we were given and suggested that her people reach out to the DoE because why the fuck are any of us wasting each others time? In my email, I also complained to them that they were making repetitive work for us by notifying multiple sources and that they should have someone at central just be the liaison with the DoH. They are working on it.
After that I had had enough bullshit for one fucking day, so I took the boys in the yard to get some energy out. We played lacrosse and Duncs played with some trucks and went on his roller coaster. Malcolm's head broke and then Neil's flew off. Fucking really today?
The day started off well enough. Well, I think it was this morning that Duncan was up way too early - but then again I think that is every morning. This was like 6:30. They decided that they were going to go downstairs to play on the switch. This wasn't a bad thing since Isla had us up again last night. I ended up getting out of bed somewhere around 7:45 (shhhhhhh...)
After some initial work, I received some really shit news. A colleague of mine has it and is in critical condition. We taught together, were APs together at the same time and principals together as well. We spoke regularly - email, text and phone. And so I am having a bit of a hard time with this. So after that, I said fuck it, and went in the back and watched Rebels with Malcolm - who was very happy to do so.
We ate breakfast afterwards and then I jumped back in the saddle to try to do some more work. So, apparently, we are supposed to report any cases (I needed to report our teacher) to our reporting system, a DoE email and the DoH. I didn't get any clear response on exactly what I needed to do. So, I did what I thought I needed to do and when I called the DoH they told me I didn't have to because that would have already been done and that I was the second DoE person she spoke with. I informed her that this was the policy we were given and suggested that her people reach out to the DoE because why the fuck are any of us wasting each others time? In my email, I also complained to them that they were making repetitive work for us by notifying multiple sources and that they should have someone at central just be the liaison with the DoH. They are working on it.
After that I had had enough bullshit for one fucking day, so I took the boys in the yard to get some energy out. We played lacrosse and Duncs played with some trucks and went on his roller coaster. Malcolm's head broke and then Neil's flew off. Fucking really today?
There was more hammocking and Jess got Isla and Duncan to sleep while the rest of us had lunch. Then after lunch we went outside to play racquet ball on the street. That consisted of, at least early on of every just chasing the ball on to all the fucking neighbor's lawns. We should have called it lawn ball while getting out of the way of cars. It was the worst game since One-Legged Soccer.
Jess left us to go and bring some food to her friend who is not feeling great and whose husband has this shit. We she got back, I had already gotten Isla up and Duncs was still sleeping. I think when she got back, I headed to check on some work stuff and then she said to get ready because we were going to the beach.
Duncs is always ready for the beach,. Nothing says cool like sunglasses, tye-dye and no pants.
So - we headed to the beach. It was nice and sunny. A bit windy. Neil was mad and said we would only stay for like 15 minutes, And he was not wrong. Jess didn't last - so here are some shots...
There was soccer, kite flying, chase mommy and try to grab the kite - that's didn't go so well for mommy when her ankle rolled...
Your heroes in this story....
A few more...
The last time we were in Scotland, Neil had a little problem with the beaches that we were going to during the evenings on the west coast. He only had a problem once really. And you would think once was enough. You can read about that problem here. The pictures in the post are awesome and I think they include pictures of Glencoe and the Viaduct from Harry Potter.
If you look close enough - you can see that the score is now Ocean 2 - Neil nil.
He's not as wet as he was last time and he is definitely less naked than he was. And he has definitely NOT learned his lesson.
We came home and ate some meatloaf and the boys snuck back down afterwards to play more switch. We are not sure what Malcolm was doing, and we guess it doesn't mater because man does she love her Malcolm.
Kinda looked like a weird ritual with that thing on his head.
I think the evening ended as usual, getting them in and then off to bed time. Neil has been devouring books so I left him stay up a little longer to finish the one he was reading to me. Apparently someone got in on the story time with Gee and PawPaw...
So apparently, losing your sense of taste and smell is a symptom of this shit. I haven't really been able to taste or smell anything for a few days. Perhaps this is the start for me. I am not sure. I have a timeline for the person who was ill at our school but that doesn't necessarily mean anything. Also doesn't mean I haven't had it prior. This whole not really knowing thing is a mess - not having symptoms, not being able to get tested to be sure. Isolation/no isolation. I feel like we are just sitting around waiting for something...and there is nothing that you are able to do about it. It's pretty fucked up.
Things that made me happy today (aside from my family): forsythia in my yard starting to bloom, the first rabbit spotting in the yard and the beach. It almost gave me a sense of normalcy.
But not really.
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