I hate being sick...

... it messes up my schedule!

At the end of January, Primo asked me to get up earlier so that she could do school when she was awake. Seemed like a sensible request. Although I had to put my foot down at the suggestion of a 6am wake-up time... she can watch a movie... I am not getting up before 7:15. That extra 15 minutes is imperative. I am by no means a morning person, so I need the psychological boost that comes from getting up at 7:15 rather than 7:00. (If you are a morning person, I know that this makes no sense to you, but trust me, it is a big deal to us night owls.) It was actually going very well. We still saved science, history and Latin to work on with Secondo, but Primo had all of her other work done (spelling, handwriting, math, grammar, writing, music) by 10:30! The rest was done by lunchtime. Primo had plenty of time to read or work on craft or art projects (which she loves) or (gasp) work ahead in something. I was free to put a lot of focused time into Secondo and Terzo's schooling. And Quarto had someone available to play with all the time. Life was good!

As you can see by the timing of this post, I am no where near being on the right track to get up at 7:15 am. That is because at the beginning of February, "the sickness" invaded. You know... the flu/ cold-from-Satan-himself virus that's been going around. We knew it was going to be bad when Primo was flat on the sofa for three days. She never gets sick. Once, she was spending the evening at a friend's house so Frodo and I could have a date night. She was about 5 years old. About an hour into the evening, she ran up to the dad of the house and said, "I'm gonna throw up" and promptly threw up all over their kitchen floor. Within seconds, she was asking to play outside and running around like a mad woman. This is her usual MO when sick, so to be down for three days was bordering on being an emergency. Actually, Terzo did end up in the ER his first day sick with the cold-from-Satan-himself because of a dangerously bad case of croup. Everyone became sick. Frodo and I had it the worst. I was sick for just shy of two weeks... then the real fun began. A terrible hacking cough that kept everyone awake. My chest was killing me from all the coughing. I am better now... except I think I cracked a rib coughing then aggravated it by chopping ice for two days (I think I need more calcium).

Anyway, all this to say that our schedule is in a sad state after all of the sick days that everyone racked up... okay, that I racked up... over the last three weeks. School got done during that time... in bits and pieces. Lots of videos and worksheets. Although I do see Saturday school in our future. (Ssshhh!) And now that everyone is feeling better, my night-owl tendencies have come back, and I have lost all of the ground that I had gained training myself to get up earlier.
Ugh. Guess I'd better go grab my ice pack, set a really loud alarm clock for 7:15 and try to get some sleep.