The week that was… different

Spring break and we have been counting the days to our trip to see my mishpocheh (family). We’ve had four Nor’easters in 3 weeks, snow up to my tuchas (tush, derriere) and all too much tsuris (troubles, stress, woe) filling our minds. The thought of 80-degree weather, sunshine, swimming, and laughing my ass off with my shvester (sister) until we literally wet ourselves was naturally the stuff of dreams… like unicorns, L.O.L surprise dolls, and glitter falling from the sky. And the kinder (my girls), they love seeing their Aunt, Uncle, and Cousins more than anything!

A blast from the past! From the top, schvoger, shvester, me, little, big

T minus two days, and the fever, she burns through my Little. A temperature of almost 104She had complained of a tummy ache, and like all good Jewish-atheist momma’s, I told her to sit on the potty. She has had so much junk food of late, a good poo would be a relief like it would for all of us. She tried, my madelah (sweet girl). We watch The Greatest Showman on the telly.

This is my magical cocktail, keeping me safe. TY Ilaria! Notice how my cup is marked — no sharing with the sickies — my glass, half-full

T minus one day, fever sticking around like gum underneath the table in a diner. Lethargy and skin as pale as fine porcelain said porcelain will play a role very soon. We plan, we pack, we share the news of germs and we try to stay positive. We watch The Greatest Showman, then we snuggle off to bed, my Little wrapped tightly in my arms. A few tired hours pass and we all awaken to a fountain of vomit. Nothing really says love more than getting thrown up on, and only worrying about the helpless, unhappy, scared little patient in your arms. We clean her up. Big, she helps us to change the sheets and blankets. The Mrs. presses the ‘sanitize’ button on the wash cycle.

There is a strange calm in the air, with a scent none too pleasant. Little, she fell fast and hard to sleep, again tucked close by my side. I could hear the soft crying moans from Big, realizing that we wouldn’t be taking that big ol’ jet airliner in a few hours time. Tears roll down my cheeks, silently. At 4 am I text my shvester, our friend who was to stay with Gatsby. We are a no go. Ix-nay on this oliday-hay.

Has the world ended? No. Are we grateful that we only have a petite passing pathogen that will eventually vanish? Of course. Are we all desperately disappointed? Big time.

Day of. I let all three of my girls sleep. I promise my Big that we will find a way to make it fun. That we will take turns taking her out of the sickly house and have some well-earned fun. I speak several times with my mishpocheh. My schvoger (bro-in-law), he punches frantically in the keyboard to see if we can squeeze out different dates of travel, salvage our trip. We have teary-eyed FaceTime calls. So many plans they had in store for us! Vey iz mir. (oh my effing G). 

Gatsby, so happy

Little, she cries for my Mrs. to stay with her, so Big and I make our way into the world. We have a nice nosh (little something to eat) at Starbucks. And head to the movies in a gray, teary day. We see A Wrinkle In Time. The woman at the ticket sales booth is 803 years old if she is a minute. In the past, she has given me the senior rate, to my dismay. Today, she again rings us up, 1 senior, 1 child. I feel the dark cloud above, rather than reveling in the 8 dollar savings. f*ck it and enjoy the show with your daughter

We had a lovely afternoon and decided Little, she would have been afraid in this movie. We bring home a vast array of popsicles (they used to call them poppa-sicles) for the sick one, in hopes of getting her to eat/drink. We learn of the day spent in (and close to) the porcelain seat, now the excrement exodus from the southern region. Oy. This reaffirms our tough decision. We watch The Greatest Showman. 

Little finally wakes up with no fever and no symptoms. We convince her of just one more day indoors. The 24 hour, fever free rule — to keep the rest of humanity safe.

photo by my Mrs., hair by my Little

Her hair has begun to form dreadlocks. We all fear the brushing of that mop. The Mrs., she starts round one, and Big, me and Gatsby head out the door to explore our new ‘hood. We walk for an hour, in hopes of better hair days. We have such a good time! Gatsby is loving the spring and leaving pee-mail messaging around for all his new friends.

We open the front door to a geshrei (shriek, loud, unearthly Jamie Lee Curtis in Halloween cry). At least another hour goes by, and I am summoned so Big can get out’a dodge with the Mrs. Armed with a brush, conditioner, and really bad TV, I sit with my muse. It will be 4:45pm before I claim victory. Her head, like a BP oil spill, finally combs through. We did it.

Later that night, we watch The Greatest Showman. Who knew our spring break, our circus, would also be our groundhog day. Aud-o, Steve-o, Max, Vic, we love and miss you all so much.

Yiddish Proverb:

A mensch tracht un Got lacht. Man plans and God laughs.


From The Greatest Showman:

‘Cause we’re dreaming with our eyes wide open.

So come alive!

And of course, a bei gesunt. As long as you’re healthy! Stop by tonight! The Greatest Showman, 8pm.

60 thoughts on “The week that was… different

  1. Aww… poor Little. I hope she feels better soon. It is so typical isn’t it when you have planned so much but when sickness struck down, it all goes pear shape. But I’m sure there will be more opportunity to meet with their favourite Uncle and Auntie soon! 🙂 xxx

    Thank you very much for linking up with us on #FabFridayPost

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  2. I was working all weekend but my wife and kids headed to lovely Kerry for the weekend. Her sister’s kid had the dreaded tummy bug but they came anyway — and infected my missus!!!! First time in months she had seen her folks and she’s puking and … Some holiday break! #DreamTeam

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  3. Oh bless you guys. It’s awful when your kids get in and you have to cancel plans like this. I hope you’re all better and you get to see your sister soon x #itsok

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  4. Poor thing, glad that she is feeling better now and that everybody else was able to dodge it. On another note, the word tuchas gave me a big smile. I haven’t heard that one since my gram passed many years ago. Its weird the things that can remind you of someone. More snow on the way I hear! Its getting a bit nuts, isn’t it? #itsok

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  5. Oh I’m so sorry you had to cancel your plans. It’s so frustrating when that happens. My brother and his young family were supposed to visit us at New Year this year and they had to cancel because of a sickness bug and our girls were so upset. I hope you can rearrange something soon and that your little one is fully recovered now #blogcrush

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  6. Oh, what a shame your holiday had to be cancelled. These nasty bugs always come along when they are least wanted. Did the rest of you manage to avoid it? Thanks for joining in with #TriumphantTales, do come back Tuesday!


    1. They dropped like flies Jaki! One at a time, and I was the last one standing. Good thing, I had to walk Gatsby! ❤ This should be the worst of our troubles (tsuris) xoxo #TriumphantTales xoxo


  7. What a wonderful post!! Best thing I’ve read all week, even though it’s also so terribly sad that you had to cancel your great trip! Hugs!
    About the yiddish, I notice again some similarities with Swedish (my native language), such as schvoger/svåger 🙂. I was also wondering if “Vey iz mir” is the same as “woe is me” (which my hubby uses sometimes, lol)?
    Anyway, fantastic post! Hope you’re all in good health now, and perhaps watching something other than The Greatest Showman…?? 😅xx

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  8. Sorry that made me chuckle! I’ve missed reading your posts! So sorry you missed your break. I hate disappointment and really don’t deal with it well. Glad little is better though and you can all laugh about it.
    We’ve spent most of our Easter break poorly with me and G with coughs, colds and fevers and then someone decided to treat me to a UTI as well. Dammit! We are a lot healthier than some and we are grateful for it. Weather is utter shite here anyways.



  9. I hope that you are all feeling better now, it’s heart breaking when you have to cancel your plans especially when you have been looking forward to them for so long. Fingers crossed you get to make the trip later this year and thanks so much for linking up at #fortheloveofBLOG. Claire x

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  10. Poor little! I’m glad it passed quickly but sorry your plans didn’t work out. Dee got chickenpox last year when we were supposed to be going to a festival in the summer. It’s no fun at all when plans are cancelled for such a horrible alternative. And congratulations, someone loved this post so much, they added it to the #BlogCrush linky! Feel free to collect your ‘I’ve been featured’ blog badge 🙂

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