A lime green Otter Pop, a cup of Earl Gray tea, and a fever of 101+ – not how I envisioned Pie Day.
This morning Cody and Carter got up before us like any other typical weekend day. With a voice filled with excitement and typically reserved for Christmas morning, I heard Carter whisper to Cody, “Cody, it’s Pie Day today!”
The guests had been invited. The pies to be made picked out. The boys love Pie Day and for as long as they can remember we have celebrated it, inviting friends to come over bearing a pie to share and simply hanging out.
I started to feel sick Friday morning and contemplated getting a substitute, calling in to work. I have two days worth of emergency sub plans written up and neatly labeled on the bookshelf behind my teacher desk. Even so, it is hard to not be there and so I went. I was not running a fever and felt I could power through. Friday night I had the worst chills, shaking uncontrollably, no amount of blankets helped.
And so this morning, I texted out to our friends a postponement of our dearly loved Pie Day. Right now even with ibuprofen on board my temp is above 100. I fear there will be no Pie Day tomorrow.
Next week is Parent Teacher conferences. I best be better by then for I do not know how one, who is a teacher, makes up such a thing.
And Pie Day. Oh, we will have one. You can count on it. Maybe not tomorrow, and perhaps not even next weekend (I don’t think Pie Day can compete with the Super bowl, especially with the Seahawks playing – GO HAWKS!) but we will have one. And if I am not lazy or forget, I will write to you about it.