A pox on this house

February 26th, 2011

Sorry to have vanished like that. I read your stories about going outside the comfort zone, and I want to respond to your comments and thank you for your stories, and to say that I’ve agreed to help out next season, and to come clean about my social anxiety issues that I’ve obviously underplayed here, because clearly I did not convey just how nervous I can make myself about these sorts of things, and to tell you about our vacation in the mountains last week – which is why I vanished last week – but the Small Boy got sick on Tuesday and was diagnosed with chicken pox on Thursday (German lesson: Windpocke. Swiss lesson: Spitzeblasen) – and that is why I’ve disappeared this week.

Let me tell you a little secret about the chicken pox. It’s not the pox that’ll kill you, it’s the cranky. And the boredom of a 10 day house-bound infectious period. Which leads back to the cranky. Also, the knowledge of impending doom ringing in your mind like overwrought background music in a horror movie: there is no way that 17-21 days from now Boychen’s not going to come down with this too and we’re going to go through the same thing all over again.

This, my friends, is why we own a TV.

4 Responses to “A pox on this house”

  1. Lara on February 27, 2011 9:34 am

    Yikes, it does sound like you are having a rough time of it. Fingers crossed for you and the boys.

  2. Trish on February 28, 2011 4:34 am

    Oh no! You poor things. I hope that you and your husband are immune. Chickenpox is nasty for adults (just ask my husband – he caught it from the kids).

    I hope Boychen gets a very mild case, if he gets it at all.

  3. Jennifer on February 28, 2011 12:55 pm

    R has definitely had chicken pox and I’m pretty sure I did (and my brother says we did) – one of the disadvantages of dead parents is you can’t ask them stuff like this. So I’m 99% sure I had it, and if not, I’ll find out on or around March 11!

    Crap. Just typing the date made me see that Boychen will be in the contagious period for the Kinderfasnacht (kids’ carnival) parade! Poo. He wants to go as a mouse.

  4. Jennifer on April 10, 2011 9:43 am

    I cannot believe it, but Boychen never did get them.

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