Monkey Boy eventually gets around to completing the homework he’s had all week to do and needs to present this morning. In fairness, he’s been trying to tell me all week. Just in such a way that doesn’t distinguish from the other project he has to do, and sounding like he just wanted to pop onto You Tube for a bit of stuffing around when he was to be working on his project. The one I knew about.
And, so it seems, the one I didn’t know about.
It’s then I discover the two filthy diseased vermin in my house. The two smaller ones have this sore tongue thing going on. They have passed their filthy verminy disease on to me, too. Mine tongue thing is still happening, and I’m feeling mildly crap in the process. Again, the worst issue is inability to enjoy coffee.
Ring doctor to see if can get an appointment for three of us whilst yelling instructions at Monkey Boy to stop fucking around and save his project to a USB so I can print it for him.
As per Murphy’s Law, I can only get an appointment at some stupid hour that doesn’t actually work with my day; Godzilla can go to school for an hour then be collected to go to doctor, but it’s at Chippie’s sleep time. Ah, well, needs must, so I take what’s on offer.
We all walk to school, where I enquire of Monkey Boy about his project I printed for him and am advise it is still sitting on the table at home. He then asks me to go home and get it and bring it back for him, to which I laugh and laugh and laugh and eventually say “Um, no!”
Have brief chat to Godzilla’s teacher, letting her know I will collect him from school for appointment. He then decides he would rather come home with me, under the false belief he will be playing Wii and watchin DVDs till we need to leave. Not being “sick” as such, he is neither quiet nor lethargic, and proceeds to bounce around me, repeatedly asking questions about Wiis and DVDs and annoying the hell out of me. I couldn’t help but wish he was sick!
Eventualy we can leave. We arrive at the doctors and remain seated in the waiting room for near on an hour, without lunch or snacks, because when we left home, we’d only just had morning tea and it hadn’t occurred to me to pack three day’s worth of provisions. Eventually get into see doctor, who checks Chippie over first because “he started it”. Then Godzilla and I get a quick look over. Apparently it is a virus of sorts. Along lines of Hand, Foot and Mouth, only without any of the symptoms I read about in my book on sick children, detailing common illnesses and the like. Except, possibly, for the tongue thing, none of ours which looked like the leper-like version in aforementioned book.
I can’t have hand, foot and mouth! That’s for babies! I’m not a baby!
The doctor farewelled us with comments suggesting that as I only just got the symptoms my weekend was in for a “treat” , that Chippie’s “breath holding” spells were “normal” (yes, I checked that out, too) and I was just “lucky” and and that we, especially me, all need to “rest”.
It was then that I collapsed on his floor.
And laughed and laughed and lauged and laughed so much I couldn’t breath. It was when I wee’d on his floor from laughing so much that he made us go home.
To rest … pahahahahahahahahahaha
Told the Grumpy One when he got home. All he could suggest was I was more likely to have “foot in mouth” disease.
He’s so funny.