The Queen's Rambles

I had the stomach flu this weekend, which sucked. I was well yesterday. I even took the kids on a walk around the lake, even though Erik was crying the whole time. He wanted to go to the gym and I agreed, but once we were outside it was such a beautiful day that I decided it would be better to really exercise instead of going to the gym for 20 minutes and letting Elsa have hysterics until they called me. Boy was mad. The only thing that got him around the lake was an offer to let Elsa walk and have him ride in the stroller. He thought that was so hilarious that he managed to finish the walk, even if he did grumble the whole time.

Around 4 am it became very clear I was just having a brief reprieve. I’ve had it all today–stomach issues, sore throat, fever, body aches. Whoo-hoo! The worst bit is my dermoid cyst. It seems that every time I get really sick (like when I had pneumonia or a kidney infection) the cyst decides to spaz out and hurt like hell. I go for months not even thinking about it, then ZING! OWIE! I really can’t even describe what it feels like, but I am hoping I don’t end up in the ER for emergency surgery.

The doctors don’t want to take it out since it doesn’t generally bother me and the surgery is a bear to recover from. Basically it’s having a c-section without a baby. I see their point. I don’t want to go through that again, but I do wish the silly thing wouldn’t act up when I’m sick.

They are having a mother’s day tea at school tomorrow, but I don’t see how I can possibly attend. Mike said he would take a personal day from work tomorrow if I really needed him, so maybe he can go in my place. Sounds like sitting around with a bunch of moms he doesn’t know, drinking tepid Lipton tea would be a total thrill, right?

Did I ever tell you about our encounter with nature last week? I don’t think I did.

You know how I am always posting about people I hang out with and don’t really like? I swear there are plenty of people I like. I just never post about them. I am still in close contact with one of the moms from my original moms group. She is working, but we still manage to get together once a month or so. Erik even thinks her kids are his cousins. I’m really excited because she’s pregnant and won’t be working next year so maybe we’ll get to see them more. We did the co-op preschool with her a couple of years ago.

Anyway, her family moved into the basement of her in-law’s country mansion so we were out there being all countrified. I was watching a herd of at least 10 deer, when they suddenly bolted. We looked over and spotted a fox running full force toward them. It was high noon so we kind of freaked out and tried to hustle the kids inside. No one wants a rabid fox to eat their children.

The fox suddenly came to a halt and we noticed several little baby ground hogs that had caught the fox’s attention.

And then the fox ate one of them.

I’m sure the groundhog mother didn’t approve.

Barf.

Didn’t you love that story?

Thankfully the kids didn’t see anything, but my friend and I were making icky faces at each other as we tried to hustle the kids inside.