Wednesday, May 18, 2022


 Good news: 

  • No new members of our quaranteam joined the crew today
  • Lovely friends have given us so much food and support
  • Minnie feels great-ish. She is not 100%, but she will be soon, I think. She hasn’t had a fever since Monday, but I am still checking obsessively.
  • Ben got Paxlovid because of his one kidney situation, and it seems to be working.
Less good news:
  • I think the other 4 kids miss us since they just sort of live in the basement and eat their food on the deck.
  • Dorothy is really crabby but has no fever or any symptoms and is testing negative on rapid tests
  • We have gone through more than $120 worth of rapids this eek and are currently almost out and waiting for our shipment of 8 more from the government. Luckily there’s walk-up testing at the elementary school.
  • I FEEL LIKE GARBAGE STILL. My body hurts. If I don’t take Tylenol and ibuprofen around the clock, my fever and chills come back. Blergh.\
I thought I looked pretty ok, but Dorothy said “Oh you must wear lots and lots of makeup when you’re not sick.”
Minnie only wears pajamas— tattered princess nighties to be exact.

Crazy hair day

Best cake ever
More playing. Blanket is one of her favorite games.

Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Ben has the VID


Monday, May 16, 2022

Sunday, May 15, 2022


 My birthday started off exactly how I had planned.

 Better, even, because I got a really awesome gift from Ben, and the kids’ cards were so sweet, and I wore my favorite LOFT dress that I also wore on my birthday last year, and I had an excellent hair day.

I got to campus amid graduation parking and bought coffee and a morning bun for myself and tea for the TAs helping me with this really giant exam. I got to my classroom and set up my computer, so excited to have 3 quiet hours to finish prepping my fall semester. And then Ben texted to ask if I could call him. I said I couldn’t, so he mentioned that Minnie had a pediatrician appointment because she had a fever, but I should plan to get a pedicure anyway. I might just have to pick up Harry on my way home because he was dismissed early for tennis.

Then he mentioned that the fever was 103.

Then he texted this:

I couldn’t leave, and Ben had the Minnie situation under control

So I worked SO HARD AND SO FAST while the students in my room too their exams. And now my fall is totally prepped, and so is my summer, and I have zero work-related things to worry about for literal MONTHS. So, I mean, that was good. Also I stopped at my favorite bagel place on the way home because I only had time to eat a few bites of the morning bun.

But poor, sweet, sheltered little Minnie. HOW DOES THE BABY WHO GOES NOWHERE GET THE VID?

She’s SO SICK. She has a 103-104 fever that barely breaks (goes down to 101 or 102) even with alternating Tylenol and Motrin. She clearly feels terrible, but she’s with it— eating a little, drinking a little, nursing a TON, playing, blowing bubbles, etc. 

We are all just sort of waiting to get sick. It adds an element of suspense for sure to have a kid with an illness that might kill you! Also, I have a slightly runny nose, which, now that I think about it, Minnie did, too, the day before she spiked a fever. AWESOME. (Also, 4 of us are vaxxed AND boosted— Ben even has 4 shots because of his kidney situation— and Dorothy and Coop are vaxxed. I know that we will likely be just fine. But it’s still scary!

And I really need a pedicure.

Saturday, May 14, 2022

Friday, May 13, 2022

Happy Birthday to me!

 Today, I am 44, which, as I said the other day is SO FREAKING OLD. This year, I want to be better about self care, including exercise and eating like a grown up (as opposed to a giant toddler). But also stuff like making time to hang out with friends (something I have mostly abandoned) and using expensive skincare products because I AM SO FREAKING OLD.

Between the ages of our kids and the freaking pandemic, going out is really hard. We can’t really have a sitter because the older kids ARE sitters, but 5 kids left alone is kind of a shit show. So we just… don’    t go? We need to work on this as Minnie gets older.

 I am actually writing this the night before my bday, but this is how I think it is going to go:

Ice cream pie for breakfast (made by Jack—can’t wait)

To campus to give an exam and finish prepping my fall class (with fancy coffee and something for lunch, obvs)

Phone interviews with potential fall instructors


Baseball with Cooper, Jack, and Minnie (Cooper plays) while Ben and Dorothy watch Harry play tennis (note these events are in 2 entirely different cities in 2 entirely different directions).

Home for sushi and champagne after the kids go to bed

I gifted myself a 75 minute massage on Wednesday, otherwise I would do that, too.

I’m looking forward to it, if you really want to know.

Minnie discovering the sprinkler

Thursday, May 12, 2022

Baby’s first joke

 Oh, you know, just wandering around eating a bagel she found in the trash.

I am pretty sure she has outgrown this summer-weight blanket

You would think that Ariel is onscreen a lot during the movie A Little Mermaid… unless you watch it with a toddler who screams MERMAID when there’s no Ariel. Minnie is wicked into mermaids right now. She can say mermaid, and she also points to her chest and says Mimmie, which is as adorable as you might think. At Costco today she spied a 2-pack of princess nightgowns with both Ariel and Belle and them and lost her damn mind. “BELLE! MERMAID” she screamed to everyone who passed our cart. We bought them, obvi.

Also, I can’t stay out of Costco, and nothing I am buying is necessary. It’t a problem.

Yesterday, Minnie told her first joke. She loves the Raffi song “Banana Phone” and adores it when the banana phone rings for her. I was carrying her past the basket of bananas, and she said “Banana hi” and laughed and laughed and laughed. “Banana hi!” She’s a comedy genius.

Wednesday, May 11, 2022

Middle Aged

 I keep realizing that I am turning 44 this week and feeling so surprised. I don’t feel 44, or what I thought 44 would feel like when I was actually young. MID FORTIES. Like, what?

I have exactly zero plans for my birthday besides proctoring a exam and watching the penultimate tennis match of the season. And I really hope that Harry and Jack have no plans because I love hanging out with them after the little kids go to bed— even though they invite me to eat like a teenage boy, and really? I DON’T HAVE THE METABOLISM.

Amazingly, I wore an APRON to take Harry to school yesterday. I was wearing one because I actually got dressed before doing kiddie breakfast and the morning scramble, so I threw on an apron to save my white t-shirt and then forgot all about it. NON STOP GLAMOUR.

BABY LEG SEASON, you guys!! My faaaaaaaavorite

Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Will we always be this busy?

 Do you remember the other week when I was freaking out about our ridiculous weekend? Well, the weekend we are staring at in just a few days makes that one look leisurely. WE NEEDED A SPREADSHEET to figure it out.


Monday, May 09, 2022

Mother’s Day!

 What a lovely Sunday.

I had an awesome breakfast in (Ben’s) bed with my little shadow

The kids made me lovely cards (Jack’s was laminated) and got me sweet gifts.

(Dorothy is wearing a mask above because she woke up Saturday morning feeling sick and had a fever. I felt awful because we hung out with neighbors Friday night, and she played with her neighborhood friends. She rapid tested negative, but we took her for a PCR test first thing, and she spent the time before her results came back in her room watching TV and eating things brought in to her and playing dominoes of all things. She got a negative result around 10 Sunday morning (just a little over 24 hours— not bad) and was fever free by Saturday night anyway)

We watched Coop play some baseball (after dive— hence the swim parka)
Ben joined Costco and a hippie food co-op for me (plus my usual face mask and book of the month), so after I gave Planty a traumatic new home,

Jack and I went to Costco to buy some dumb stuff

Then it was time for Dorothy to play softball and Jack to ump while the rest of us spectated

And then, I mean, what could be left but champagne and cake?