Friday, March 06, 2020
I got a text somewhere around 3:30 a.m.-ish.
Could I watch Bryce while Adam got Jackson off to school and then went to teach his workout classes. Then again while he went to pick up Jackson.
Of course, what are grandmas for?
Did the same on Tuesday. When Sam came to pick up Bryce and Jackson, it was apparent that our youngest grandson wasn't feeling so well. By morning, Bryce was feeling better but now Jackson was running the fever, sneezing and coughing. Sam stayed home.
By Thursday, both kids weren't cough free-but noses and fevers were clear for re-entry to the world of academia.
Things on the health front didn't last long. Adam phoned on his way home. He was now running a fever and felt horrible.
At least the pets are enjoying the extra company and the ability to go out "at will".
Of course no good deed goes unrecognized in some way. Our older grands voiced concerned for me, "Because grandma-you're the one the news talks about. You're old, you have autoimmune diseases and you could die."
I'm not sure if I should be feeling loved for their obvious concern or upset about being called "old".
And as if that isn't enough, I just got an urgent message from my primary doctor:
Really? One vacation a year to celebrate our anniversary and now a "plague" is threatening to take it away?