Never ending story

Just when I thought we were near the finish line of this darn Covid ride, we’re chugging up another hill.

The kids and I all took home tests again yesterday and they were all negative. But this morning my son woke up complaining of a sore throat and cough. Then I felt his forehead and it felt warm. Temp was 99.0, so I suggested he stay home from church. By the time my daughter and I were home from lunch his temp was 100.0 and my husband had already scheduled a PCR test at the local pharmacy.

Currently he’s still in the 99 range, but obviously something more than allergies is going on, so I’ll keep him home tomorrow and see how his results turn out. Of course, this means staying home from my work for another week so I don’t bring any germs to my aunt and uncle. My aunt assures me it can wait and there’s nothing urgent. I’ll just have a larger stack of work waiting for me when I finally do return. And it’s getting us to think about ways for me to work at home if/when it’s needed. But it doesn’t stop me from feeling guilty about it.

I know there’s nothing I can do about all of this beyond what we’ve already been doing. I just really don’t want this stretching out forever, with each of us getting it 5 days after one another. By the time it works through all five of us it will have been an entire month if we keep this pace! Honestly, if we’re all going to get it eventually, couldn’t we all just finish this up this week? Because next week starts our busiest time of year with band and choir concerts and field trips. I don’t want my kids to miss any of it!