So, what happened this weekend was Shef and I and Claire the babysitter got the stomach flu from Mac.
I graded a total of three papers.
Cupcake came over and babysat for an hour and a half until Shef started ralphing and then she beat a hasty retreat. I don't blame her.
I scoured the fouled bathrooms (which had been professionally cleaned on Friday) to prepare for the showing and open house today.
I took the kids over to my mom's house to accommodate the real estate obligations. My mom beat a hasty retreat. Not that I blame her.
Finally, we're feeling a bit better. Shef insists he'll be able to go back to school tomorrow. We'll see. If he goes back, then I will too. How will I get all the papers graded and the grades recorded by Wednesday and begin two new lit units on Tuesday? I have no idea, but as we know, I'll get it done somehow. Claire probably won't be coming back to help any time soon. The series of text messages I got from her today sounded pretty grim.
3 comments:
jw
I'm not sure how you manage to do all of this. I'm worn out from reading your blog post. In fact, I'm feeling a little nauseous.
Oh my gosh, I didn't think about your having to deal with keeping a showing-ready house on top of everything else. I'm so sorry.
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