Grandmother Is . . .

Aaron spent much of the weekend with me and enjoyed one of his favorite e-books, an interactive Little Red Riding Hood, repeating again and again his favorite phrase, "Grandmother was sick as a dog."  (What is it with kids, that new phrases tickle their fancy and they repeat them again and again?)

And the next thing I knew, Aaron had croup and then Grandmother was sick as a dog.  And now Steph is sick as a dog.  And surely it's just a matter of time until Nora has croup as well.  And we're supposed to be leaving for Asheville in the morning.

I know that adults don't usually get croup so maybe Steph and I have unrelated viruses.  And Nora is kind of out of the bad croup age, so she may escape and everyone will feel better and my blue car will be going down the highway tomorrow.

I dragged myself over to the dealership yesterday for an oil change but just felt too rough to pick things up inside and dust a little bit.  The all-weather mats, thank goodness for them, are muddy because when it thaws a little there is still mud from the construction last fall.  And there were crumbs all over the back seat, and I had to ask them to check out the back seat belts because after the recall work I could barely buckle Aaron's.  I was afraid they might say, "Of course you can't buckle it, it's filled up with crumbs."

That didn't happen, though, and the dealership washes the car when it's in so at least it's lovely on the outside.  And I've learned that it's kind of futile to clean out the inside BEFORE a car trip with kids.  Maybe the dealership has seen worse, I don't know.  Aren't Subaru's supposed to look a little rugged?