Everything was extremely quiet at our house this weekend, with Sam just on the mend from what we *think* was the Swine Flu and with Eli coming down with it. They are both home today, one almost better and the other just beginning to get terribly ill, and now we just hope that none of the rest of us get it. I am slightly skeptical about whether it IS the Swine Flu or not; while Sam was quite ill and felt terrible, I had thought he would be sicker; he was actually feeling pretty good yesterday, but had a slight relapse. I anticipate him being well enough to go to school tomorrow, anyway. Still, we are treating him and Eli both with Tamiflu, and lots of tea and Gatorade and water and juice. Really, not much else we CAN do, you know?
Poor Hannah, her boyfriend broke up with her last night. As the mom, I want to get all protective and indignant and, really, just kick his ass, but I am trying really hard to just stay out of it. She neither needs nor wants my advice, and has to navigate this stuff herself. I did tell her, when she was just itching to call him to see if they could work it out, that no, she couldn’t call him. In fact, she should give it at least until Wednesday to decide whether or not she wants to try to talk to him, or if she even cares anymore. Funny, she called one of her good girlfriends and she told her the same thing, though a bit more harshly: “Why do you want to talk to someone who broke UP with you? Do you REALLY want to try to get back together with him? Don’t you think you deserve better?” so that made me happy, that this friend seems to have her head together. I do think that Hannah is sad, but I also had to laugh at her tragic heroine persona this morning. I DO believe that teenagers are capable of feeling real love, and I also believe that heartbreak at 16 feels the same as it does at 26, but I also think that she will heal quickly. I hope, anyway.
I was able to finally finish with all of my apples, and now my shelves are full of lovely golden applesauce and dark, grainy apple butter, and the most beautiful cinnamony pie filling imaginable. I was also able to can 12 quarts of pumpkin, and their orange color is so bright that it makes me feel happy. The first batch of pumpkin bread of the season was ALSO made, and par for the course, it didn’t turn out very well but is still edible.
Steve and I went to the neighboring town simply to get out of the house for a few hours yesterday; I was going a little stir-crazy, having been home with Sam since Thursday morning. We had lunch and did a little shopping, getting the two little boys some much-needed jeans. I was not thrilled with the selection at Old Navy (and haven’t been for quite some time), so we ended up at Penney’s where we usually end up. There was a good sale going on, so we ended up with four pair of jeans for $41.00-not bad. It’s funny, Owen’s 3T pants are about two inches too short, but the 4T’s are quite a bit too long. Why can’t there be a size 3.5T?
So, nothing major to report, really. I haven’t been online as much, and have gotten a little bit out of the routine of blogging and reading/commenting. Then there was this issue with my feed, which I believe is fixed. In some ways, it’s been a nice break, and in others, well, it’s hard to get back into the habit of writing. Still, here I am, in all my glory (tongue in cheek here), ready to begin again.