Yesterday, Pea anchored all of our bookcases, dressers, and a heavy mirror in preparation for a toddling baby. Spud can’t walk yet, but he’s getting darn close, so we felt it best to prepare. We should have done this before, but at least is it done now. Pea made one trip to the hardware store, and I made one to a different store to find the perfect screws.
Notably, Pea made his trip to the hardware store alone, in the car! He tried to find an option where we could all go together, but the timings really didn’t work, and he was forced to head out on his own. He texted me when he arrived safely at the store, which is a six minute drive away. It was cute, and I was proud of him.
Today, Spud has woken up with a red blistery rash on his mouth, chin, hands, and one leg, and a low-grade fever for extra fun. He’s had a gnarly rash on his bum since Saturday – big ugly blisters. I thought it was yeast, and was about to get a cream to test when the rash migrated elsewhere. I am pretty sure he has hand foot and mouth. I’ve made him an appointment to see his doctor this evening at 5:30.
This evening at 5:30, I am giving a talk to Innovation U’s undergraduate society on how I became a prof and what my research is about. Pea is on pick-up for Spud. Pea is going to have to be the one who takes Spud to the doctor. The doctor’s office requires driving. Pea is going to have to drive, alone, with Spud, in the dark, to the doctors.
He’s going to hate it. I’ve left messages via a few mediums for him, but he hasn’t seen them yet. Any other day this week, I could do it, but I can’t today and it needs to happen. He’s going to be a ball of stress from the minute he hears, but This. Is. Why. He. Has. His. License.