Love (the Hurricane) Thursday

My Janie (7) is home sick today. She's got some bug that either IS strep or mimics strep. We went and had a throat culture yesterday and now, although the rapid strep test came back negative, I'm waiting to see if the slow growing culture (I made that name up but you know what I mean) comes back saying she has it after all. I fully expect that it will.

The thing about the Hurricane is that she is NOT a complainer. Just now, she was curled up in a little nest on the floor in the living room, drinking some warm rice milk and watching a movie when she rolled over and cracked her head on the coffee table. Tears were leaking out of the sides of her eyes but she would NOT let on that she was hurt. Somehow she has gotten the idea that to complain is a sign of weakness. She gets all embarrassed and very snappy if you offer any comfort.

You can, however, offer a lot of cuddling.

I am all about THAT. (Plus I offered to drag the coffee table outside and chop it into firewood. Apparently, my Mama-Bear instincts aren't limited to eviscerating HUMANS who hurt my children.)

At any rate, as always when the kids are sick, life comes to a full stop. I'm not so sure I wasn't due for a day of watching movies, cuddling with Janie, and knitting because I've enjoyed today a lot. I've almost finished the first of Lin's Goodbye Socks and I just started them on Tuesday! (Claudia hand-paint in "Spring Break" using that Thuja pattern from Knitty. I am nothing if not faithful when I find a good thing.)

The only thing is that tonight is Knit Night and my friend from Austin, Sherrie, and I are planning on going. Only, I have this little tickle in my throat and my stomach hurts and I have this little cough...

Not to be too dramatic (I don't know WHERE Ana gets it) but I may just wither away and die of loneliness if I don't get to go. I mean it.

Wither. Away.

It could happen.