Oh Hell

At 11 pm I got a call from camp. Avocado--and 17 of her camp-mates--are sick. Fluish-sick. Temps of 100° or thereabouts, achy and nauseated. All the building blocks of flu, right? And the state department of health wants them all quarrantined (which camp is not set up to do) or, failing that, off campus until they're each symptom free for 48 hours. Not unreasonable.

It looks like I may be making a previously unscheduled trip east to hole up in a Motel 6 with a vomitous child until she's well again. It's not like they can put her on a plane (by herself, sick) and send her home. And there is no such thing as a genteel home for ailing teens to which she could be directed. And anyway, she's my sweetie and I want to take care of her.

Just...damn, you know?

Who Would Be a Modern Mommy?

I suppose that would be me.

Avocado's camp is closing for a week, on the advice of the Dept of Health. So either (depending on whether we can borrow a friend's pad in Brooklyn or not) I fly to Burlington and snatch up the kid and nurse her at a Motel 6, or I fly to NYC and meet the bus and pick the child up and stay at the apartment in Brooklyn.

Either way...movin', movin', movin.

Last year the camp had a flood. This year it's pestilence. Dare I hope that next year it will be famine? Jeez.