Jackson woke up yesterday with a croupy cough. My children have a tendency toward the seal-bark affliction. I don’t know why, too much sarcasm in utero perhaps. I know there isn’t much you can do for croup other than prescription steroids. We decided to let Jackson stay home from church so he wouldn’t expose his Religious Exploration class.
On Saturday we had been at Chuck E. Cheese belatedly celebrating their sixth birthday. I was 98% certain that is where he caught the virus that lead to the croupy cough. That place is a cesspool. Crawling with grubby kids (mine included) who shove pizza in their mouths, then rub those virus filled paws all over the games.
It’s gross. Made worse by the fact that the Chuck E. Cheese in Anchorage doesn’t serve beer. Seriously not OK.
Dallas and I wound up leaving all the kids home from church. It was nice. We got to chat with full-grown adults after the service without being interrupted by our bored and/or starving children. We even made a stop at Costco on the way home.
Last night I ran the humidifier in Jackson and Reese’s room. Dallas and I are at odds when it comes to the humidifier. After 16 years of croupy kids, I know the only way to ensure a decent nights sleep is to get the sick child’s room nice and swampy. Dallas thinks it’s overkill. It might have something to do with him slipping and nearly breaking his face on one particularly swampy night. I don’t care – he usually sleeps through all the kids nighttime sickness – so it’s my way or the highway when it comes to the humidifier.
Jackson made it through the night ok. But once he got up and moving the cough came back. It took me a full hour to decide not to send him to school. He’s not sick – he just has a cough. More importantly, I had plans. An 8 AM run with my friends Kay & Teresa. Lunch and a matinée showing of Argo with Dallas. But I knew all along I couldn’t send him. That cough would have made every other parent and the teacher mad at me.
So we kept him home.
Stupid effing Chuck E. Cheese.
Most of the day he was ok. Playing, resting, playing, and resting. By noon the cough had subsided. By 2 PM he was bouncing off the walls and I was exhausted. By the time Reese got home from school he was hyper and agitated. The two of them together were making an insane amount of noise. I sent them to their rooms to play while Taryn and I watched last week’s episodes of The Voice.
About an hour later Jackson came out and told me they had cleaned. Then Reese came out saying their room, all their toys, the bathroom, and all the doorknobs in the hall were clean.
When I asked them how they cleaned all that stuff they brought out their tools.
The cup they use to rinse their teeth with, half filled with water.
And the hand towel from the bathroom.
That’s what they used to wipe down almost every surface in our home.
Maybe Chuck’s not to blame for this one.