Quarantine

Grace woke up this morning complaining of a sore throat, fever, and earache, which earned her a trip to the doctor's office. Diagnosis: strep throat. This is the first outbreak we have had in quite a while, and I consider us pretty blessed to have made it this far into the winter without one.

So for now, we're quarantined at home for the duration, and I have to admit I was a little bit gleeful just now when canceling the various meetings and activities we had planned for the next few days. The only exception would be the field trip the poor kid is going to miss tomorrow. I almost reassured her that maybe we could go to the Frontiers of Flight Museum as a family sometime soon, but I seriously doubt that will be happening. So I placated her with push-up pops instead.

Which brings back memories of the time I woke up with a fever in 5th grade and missed my class field trip to the Cyclorama in Atlanta. It was the only field trip scheduled for the entire year, and I could not go. Trauma. Thankfully, my daughter's teachers have scheduled a field trip every two weeks for the entire year, so she's not too upset about missing this one. They actually had a field trip to the skating rink two weeks ago, because they are studying balance in science. That seems like a stretch to me.

So I'm off to eat push-up pops out of sympathy, boil some toothbrushes, and make a nice lunch out of applesauce and yogurt, which is actually a much more fun Monday than the running around that I had planned.