Millie fought with me over her meds again Sunday morning, so naturally the wrestling match began. She finally took it with less fight in her than the previous night. Jack complained of his throat hurting and having a headache when he was eating breakfast. I have him Tylenol, half expecting to get a call from his school later n the day.
I was in school for the morning and taught my three periods. Then it was off to the hospital to see a specialist about my cyst. When I got there he looked at my leg and then said he would make me an appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon, since they now had one. So that appointment was set for Thursday. It kind of irritated me that I had to take time off work just to be told I would have to come back and see yet another doctor.
I got home a bit before he kids did. Stuart went to pick Jack up from swim squad. When Jack got home he didn't want to go to rugby, which is a definite sign of illness for him. So I ended up taking him to the doctor just to be sure it wasn't the same bacterial infection Millie was getting over.
Millie took her meds before I left, with no argument. Stuart was giving them to her. Really? She just wants a fight with me. I'm going to have to figure this thing out. She was sweet and cooperative with him, but that was not what I got from her. Hmmm.
I took Jack to the new hospital behind our house. It was a nice facility but the doctor wouldn't listen to me when I said Millie was sick as well. They did, however, have a free, fancy coffee machine.
We waited for about an hour for the test results. We then met with the Pediatrician who confirmed there was no bacterial infection. So just Tylenol and rest. I just get so freaked out by throat issues. It's about the only reason I take the kids to the doctor.
When we got home Jack had a shower and then ate. Millie and Stuart decided to have dinner at the club and arrived home just after 7, and after Jack was in bed. Millie kept going into Jack's room telling him she hoped he felt better in the morning. It was really sweet!
After both kids were in bed I took a shower, put a load of laundry in the washer, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat down to watch some Star Trek with Stuart. Another day closer to spring break and I was thrilled.
When my alarm went off on Monday morning I couldn't quite sort out why. Then I remembered that I foolishly get up at o dark thirty to walk, oh and I had to go to work as well.
Once I was at school, I hustled around to put the last minute touches on my stellar lesson that would be observed on Tuesday. I had an observation of a teacher period 2 and then was called into the principal's office. The entire senior leadership team was there. They wanted to know what they could do to lighten my load of having more on my plate than I needed. The simple fact that it was acknowledged was enough for me to feel valued. I explained that things had actually started to settle down this week and I felt as if I was in a routine.
I had a professional development session with the teachers after school, then headed to get milk from the store. Once I was home I sorted out Millie's colouring box, helped Jack with his homework and had a snack. Brian, the guy who drives the kids to school, stopped by just after 4 pm to explain to me the invitation Millie had received at school. It seems that she had been invited to a private screening of the film 'Ballerina'. The little girl in her class who invited her is the granddaughter of one of Sheikh Zayed, the founding father of the UAE. She was also invited to their home before the movie, but I decided I would take her to the mall and meet them. I didn't feel comfortable letting my 5 year old go to someone's house I didn't know, even if the are royalty. Millie was very excited, and quite frankly, so was I.
After school I bathed Millie and we set off for the cinema. When we arrived at the cinema, we were greeted with 'Are you with the Palace?' Holy cow! This was a royal affair. We were ushered into the lounge area for the private cinema, where we sat on leather sofas, across from a snack bar. Within a few minutes, the children (there were 5) and their nannies (there were also 5, one for each child) came into the cinema. Each little girl had only invited one friend to the movie. Osha, Millie's little friend, was so glad to see her. The main nanny, Richie, asked if I was staying. Another family was there with their daughter and they said they would just be walking around the mall. So it would have seemed weird if I was the only parent staying in the movie. I told Richie I would also just be walking around the mall.
When the movie was over, and the kids were full of slushies and popcorn, I picked Millie up. She seemed as if she had a wonderful time. Richie asked her if she would like to do something like this again, to which I responded 'Absolutely she would' and then realized she wasn't talking to be, but rather she was asking Millie. Of course Millie said she would like to do something like this again. It was a great evening. Millie fell asleep on the way home and I just plopped her into bed. Jack had rugby training and they were home just after I had her in bed.
Wednesday I just bragged at school about my daughter being friends with the princess. The locals were very impressed. It seems that Osha's father is the youngest of the four sons that Sheikh Zayed had with wife number 1, which makes her more royal, if that is a term.
During the day, the hospital called to tell me they were sorry for my horrible experience when Millie was sick. It's sad, but sometimes the logical thing that should be done to eliminate these horrible experiences never come to the minds of those delivering information.
Wednesday evening Cathy came over for a chat, which is always delightful. Stuart was at rugby, but came home while she was still there and had a bit of a catch up as well.
Thursday school flew by. I left as soon as I could to get to my appointment at the hospital. The doctor decided to remove the cyst on Sunday. I will go in the late afternoon and then have the following day off to rest. She said she could give me up to 5 days off, but I felt that was a bit excessive for a simple procedure. Once I left the hospital I headed home so we could go out to do our weekly shop. Instead, I discovered that Jack had forgotten his reading folder at school. I was not pleased. So, as part of his consequence for me going to the school to get it and inconveniencing me, he had to go grocery shopping, among a few other consequences. He was not a happy chappy.
Cathy, Mandy and the girls came over for dinner. We ordered curry and had a nice laugh. The kids were in bed by about 8 pm, as we were going to the water park the following morning as an end of season celebration for the rugby teams.
We were up and out the door at 7:15 am. Stuart had a match in Dubai, so wasn't going to be able to go to the water park. I was the designated collector of funds for the non-players attending. Those of us who drove our own cars ended up getting there about an hour before the bus. We stood outside until it opened and then the youth manager collected our money and told us to go ahead and go in.
Jack immediately hooked up with his little buddies and Millie's friend Ciara was there as well. Basically, I was there as a cash machine when they felt the need to buy something. Other than that, I really didn't see them much the entire day. At the end of the day, Jack's friend, Ben, asked him to come home with them and have a sleepover. Against my better judgement I said yes. I knew it would be brutal for Jack as he doesn't cope well with little sleep and the boys had a match Saturday morning.
Millie and I stopped at the outlet mall to have a bite to eat and also to try and find a blazer for me. I had been informed on Thursday that I had received an interview with Brighton College, where the kids go to school. It is for a teaching position, but it would be a good move for me. Stuart also has an interview, but the date and time were not determined. I am sure he will hear something next week. It wouldn't be good for both of us to move there, so that's a bridge we will have to cross when we come to it. I did find a blazer and a dress to match.
Driving home Millie fell asleep, so I took her to her room, said hello to Stuart, and relaxed on the sofa. I went upstairs to bed just before 11 pm, but was wide awake at 3 am because I had a cold and couldn't hardly breath. I watched television and dozed for the remainder of the night. I worried about having the surgery on Sunday since I had the cold in full force on Saturday. So I messaged my surgeon and she said the anesthetiser would make that decision when I came to the hospital on Sunday.
Stuart left for the club at 8 am and I followed shortly after. The club day matches started at 9 am and were over just after 11 am. Jack's team was beat both games and the boys who had gone to the water park, especially the three that had the sleepover, had a difficult time. There seemed to be a lot of bumping around and tears. Jack played well and scored 4 trys, but it was a rough morning.
After we ate lunch at the club, we headed to Bounce to meet Jack's friend, Harry, his brother, Sam, and their mother, Helen. Because I had planned this a week ago, I really couldn't cancel it because Jack was worn out. He bucked up and kind of got his second wind.
After we finished at Bounce, we decided to spend the afternoon at the club. The boys played soccer while Helen and I got better acquainted. It was nice. She seems normal and someone who is similar to me in her dealing with her children.
We were home and kids ready for bed at 6 pm. They then called Grammie and Pop on Skype. I let them speak to them for about 20 minutes before I came in. I find the kids actually speak to them if I'm not in the room. When we hung up with Grammie and Pop, the kids were off to bed.
It was a full weekend and I was pooped. I was still battling the cold. I wasn't going to school on Sunday, so that was a bit of a relief. I went to bed a bit earlier than normal, a bit anxious for the surgery. I'm sure all will be well.
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