Cute Baby Monday! - Chicken Dinner Edition. Also, a bit of worry about fevers and writing.
Andrew had a bit of a fever yesterday afternoon - it was just peaking at 100 when I gave him some ibuprofen, and that brought it down to the 98s, which is at least tolerable if not normal for him. (He's usually in the 97s.) He's also been peeing like mad; he went through his entire drawer of shorts yesterday and I'm going to have to do laundry this morning as a result. (If I'd been smart, I would have pulled the dirty laundry out of his room before he went to sleep. Alas, I was not smart.)
Anyway, there's a writer's group meeting today, but Andrew hasn't woken up yet so I haven't taken his temp so I don't know if he'll even be attending school. If it's normal, I might send him; if it's still elevated, I might not. And even if I do send him, I'm not sure I want to go the group, because it's not nearby this week, it's in Zamalek, which is a good 45-minute drive away. (Well, ten, if there's no traffic, but there's always traffic, and it's always insane because I don't think half the people driving actually have licenses. Seriously, one of my favorite PSAs on the radio is the one where drivers are asked not to go the wrong way down the highway just because they see a traffic jam up ahead.)
The only thing pulling me toward going to writer's group is that there's only three submissions for today, and I'm one of them, and there's a second where the writer has missed the last two meetings, so I'm thinking there's an increased likelihood she'll miss this one as well, which leaves only one submission. Not that anyone will mind, I think, because apparently Zamalek has excellent shopping, and I have the feeling at least one participant wants to do some.
And frankly, I'm going to worry too much about being that far away if something happens with Andrew, assuming I do actually send him to preschool today. (If I don't send him, I don't go.)
And if I do send him, I just spend the morning writing the next bit of Heart3.
*types furiously*
Okay, done. No writer's group for me, regardless of Andrew's temp when he wakes up. I might be overreacting a little bit, but considering Andrew's history, I think I'm entitled.
Chicken Dinner, stolen
So Saturday afternoon, having determined that I didn't like any of my options for dinner that evening (mac & cheese, pb&j, or frozen pizza), I was on the playground bemoaning that ordering food is way difficult when I'm the only parent home with Andrew. Deliveries aren't allowed to come into the complex; the guards stop them at the building's door and we have to fetch it ourselves. Not a big deal, except Andrew doesn't much care for the errand.
So one of the moms suggested I order, and then come downstairs with Andrew to play in the playground which is next to the main door, and pick up the food then and either go upstairs or stay downstairs and eat, like a picnic. I thought this was a brilliant idea, so that's what I did.
Except I sort of miscalculated, and the food showed up when everyone else was downstairs as well. Which meant that when I sat down with the bag of chicken, I was suddenly attacked by a mob of toddlers, all demanding a piece. (Okay, three. It felt like a mob, the way they went at me. Happily, one of these toddlers was Andrew.)
I'd ordered a meal that included three strips, figuring Andrew would eat those, and so I handed one to each toddler. (That would be Sebastian and Elena munching away.) Sebastian's mom took the photo on her iPhone (which is another reason why I'm very tempted to get an iPhone; it's a good photo). All three toddlers asked for seconds, but I shooed away the two who didn't belong to me and gave Andrew the drumstick. (He ate half.)
Incidentally, KFC tastes the same here as at home, but the biscuits are actually rolls which aren't half as yummy. Not that I got any - Andrew ate his and Sebastian stole mine. There was also cole slaw (same) and spicy oriental fried rice (I have no idea). You can also get french fries or corn on the cob, though that'll add a good half hour to delivery time. No mashed potatoes and gravy, which is just sad.
BUT, KFC delivers. Which is awesome. One of the moms (who is Spanish by birth) was making endless fun of me for ordering KFC, until I pointed out that at least it wasn't McDonald's. And anyway, I happen to know she ordered KFC her second day in country, so she can hardly talk. :)
But next time, I'm ordering a bucket, because sheesh, those toddlers are hungry.
Anyway, there's a writer's group meeting today, but Andrew hasn't woken up yet so I haven't taken his temp so I don't know if he'll even be attending school. If it's normal, I might send him; if it's still elevated, I might not. And even if I do send him, I'm not sure I want to go the group, because it's not nearby this week, it's in Zamalek, which is a good 45-minute drive away. (Well, ten, if there's no traffic, but there's always traffic, and it's always insane because I don't think half the people driving actually have licenses. Seriously, one of my favorite PSAs on the radio is the one where drivers are asked not to go the wrong way down the highway just because they see a traffic jam up ahead.)
The only thing pulling me toward going to writer's group is that there's only three submissions for today, and I'm one of them, and there's a second where the writer has missed the last two meetings, so I'm thinking there's an increased likelihood she'll miss this one as well, which leaves only one submission. Not that anyone will mind, I think, because apparently Zamalek has excellent shopping, and I have the feeling at least one participant wants to do some.
And frankly, I'm going to worry too much about being that far away if something happens with Andrew, assuming I do actually send him to preschool today. (If I don't send him, I don't go.)
And if I do send him, I just spend the morning writing the next bit of Heart3.
*types furiously*
Okay, done. No writer's group for me, regardless of Andrew's temp when he wakes up. I might be overreacting a little bit, but considering Andrew's history, I think I'm entitled.
Chicken Dinner, stolen
So Saturday afternoon, having determined that I didn't like any of my options for dinner that evening (mac & cheese, pb&j, or frozen pizza), I was on the playground bemoaning that ordering food is way difficult when I'm the only parent home with Andrew. Deliveries aren't allowed to come into the complex; the guards stop them at the building's door and we have to fetch it ourselves. Not a big deal, except Andrew doesn't much care for the errand.
So one of the moms suggested I order, and then come downstairs with Andrew to play in the playground which is next to the main door, and pick up the food then and either go upstairs or stay downstairs and eat, like a picnic. I thought this was a brilliant idea, so that's what I did.
Except I sort of miscalculated, and the food showed up when everyone else was downstairs as well. Which meant that when I sat down with the bag of chicken, I was suddenly attacked by a mob of toddlers, all demanding a piece. (Okay, three. It felt like a mob, the way they went at me. Happily, one of these toddlers was Andrew.)
I'd ordered a meal that included three strips, figuring Andrew would eat those, and so I handed one to each toddler. (That would be Sebastian and Elena munching away.) Sebastian's mom took the photo on her iPhone (which is another reason why I'm very tempted to get an iPhone; it's a good photo). All three toddlers asked for seconds, but I shooed away the two who didn't belong to me and gave Andrew the drumstick. (He ate half.)
Incidentally, KFC tastes the same here as at home, but the biscuits are actually rolls which aren't half as yummy. Not that I got any - Andrew ate his and Sebastian stole mine. There was also cole slaw (same) and spicy oriental fried rice (I have no idea). You can also get french fries or corn on the cob, though that'll add a good half hour to delivery time. No mashed potatoes and gravy, which is just sad.
BUT, KFC delivers. Which is awesome. One of the moms (who is Spanish by birth) was making endless fun of me for ordering KFC, until I pointed out that at least it wasn't McDonald's. And anyway, I happen to know she ordered KFC her second day in country, so she can hardly talk. :)
But next time, I'm ordering a bucket, because sheesh, those toddlers are hungry.