Karen, with a side of chips and a pickle

All of my children have colds. This is not surprising, since both of thier parents have colds. My ILs arrived this morning expecting to watch Lil Joe, and instead ended up with all three kids (MIL said she didn't need me to take a day off to stay home with them, so I'm not just dumping them.) Hoss' cold is resulting in him having watery, slightly gunky eyes. I don't think it's conjunctivitis, nor is he having any problems with his ears (the last time he had the eye goop, it was in early indicator of an ear infection.) But, I didn't want to get a call from the school telling me to bring him home because they feared pink-eye. The Princess was complaining this morning of a stomachache, and did not want to eat her breakfast. She has a nasty case of post-nasal drip, which I think is causing the tummy issues, and she is running a low grade fever. So, she crawled back into bed and was fast asleep when I left for work. Lil Joe is just snotty and a bit cranky. But mostly he's just the same as always. While I was getting ready for work, Lil Joe popped a tape into the VCR. It was the opening ceremonies of the Olympics; he and Princess were watching the Parade of Nations. FIL sat down on the couch and began to watch as well. He continued watching as I gave Lil Joe his breakfast and tucked the Princess back into bed and called the preschool to report that Hoss would be out sick. "Come in and watch this," FIL said to MIL, "You're missing the good program." "I saw it already," she replied. "What do you mean?" "It's the opening ceremonies of the Olympics," she said. "Yes," he said, "we always like to watch the Olympics!" He continued to encourage her to watch the program. Finally she said "It's a repeat. I saw it the first time." He looked confused, but stopped the conversation. I worry about the generation behind mine because I am supposed to take care of them and keep them from getting infections and tummy bugs, and I am on my own this weekend if emergencies come up. I worry about the generation ahead of mine because I'm seeing a man who doesn't realize that he's watching something that happened two weeks ago. Yeah, I think that's the very definition of "sandwich generation".


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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