Thanksgiving was good. Our dad was off work for the day.
We made the decision to just be lazy on our own for the day. It was an odd feeling to be able to just throw the turkey into the oven without any time schedule.
And it was odd not to be surrounded by extended family and friends. That's not happened since the year we went to Shenendoah for Thanksgiving.
But it suited for this year. Mark ended up waking up with his cough returned anyway. It's such a wicked cough going around this year.
After dinner, there were naps. I won for the longest, deepest sleep.
Wendy got picked up late Thursday night for her annual Black Friday that starts Thursday shopping. I would have been tempted to go this year, but knowing that I couldn't sleep in Friday with Greg leaving - that kept me home. I did my normal round of online shopping.
Friday night, only two of us bundled up and walked up to the parade.
Mark's hacking had gotten better, but I didn't want him to overdo it (and he quickly agreed), and Wendy was still exhausted from her shopping adventures.
Brian and I toughed it out. It was cold. We had snowpants on, hats, scarves, mittens - the works, but standing still for an hour has a way of letting the cold seep in. It didn't help that the parade got a late start. We ended up leaving before the last float/Santa came through. I'd forgotten the bathroom reminder before we left home and it was a race for Brian to get back to the house in time. He made it. But barely.
On Saturday, he woke up sick. His fever climbed all the way to a 103, which had me at Walgreens refilling our Motrin supply.
He finished the second Harry Potter and started the third. Mark started the first.
Sigh. And the weather. The weather has warmed up which means I've given the dog three baths in the last four days. That's more than I gave Tippy the whole time she lived with us. Darn mud.
And as for this morning, I need more coffee.
At 5am I could hear Mark's coughing getting worse. He was sleeping on the Lazyboy in the living room with Brian sleeping on the couch, and I just knew if I didn't get down there and do something - he was going to wake up the whole house. Dog included.
I dragged myself out of bed and made my way down, but it was too late. The dog had started whimpering. The dog is ridiculous when we take him out of his kennel in the morning, so that simply wasn't an option. He normally sleeps another three hours.
I was whispering to Mark - get up, go upstairs - quick. He was confused and rattled and Brian was beginning to stir on the couch. Mark finally upstairs, I gave him some cough suppressant and an oil and Vicks rub down and sent him to his own bed for the remaining hours of sleep.
Meanwhile, Brian had turned on all the lights downstairs and tumbled his way up to tell me that the dog wanted to get out.
I pushed Mark in the direction of his room, made my way back downstairs, shut the door to the laundry room where the dog sleeps and told everyone - kids and dog - to go back to sleep. Now.
And they did.
But this morning I'm feeling trapped.
Brian's fever is still 101.
Mark is still hacking.
Wendy is cleared to go to Sunday School and church, but has no way to go get there as there are no other drivers at home.
I think Greg gets home tonight.
But it might be tomorrow.
I honestly don't even know - but that's not on him. He doesn't know either.
On the upside - even though I'm a little panicked by the fact that tomorrow is December - I'm geeked that the first is on a Monday. That, and I spent yesterday deep cleaning my work space and knocking more stuff off my list.
And that feels good.