Kennel Cough

Just like dogs at the dog pound, we are all sick in the Schuey house. And by we, I mean- me. Everyone else has been sick and is now better. Now, I have kennel cough.

Lucy brought some kind of booger home from school- and it spread like wild fire. Thanks public school. I was cranky with this situation for about one minute, and then I had parent teacher conferences. My entire outlook on this 'kennel cough' has changed.

You see. While nursing my entire pack of wolves back to health, I had been dreading Lucy's parent teacher conferences that were looming. Lucy fought me every morning before school and every morning I shipped her off to school as she screamed at me with tears in her eyes. In fact, just this morning, I literally opened the front door and shoved her out- just in time for the bus. Only to remember later that her parent teacher conference was tonight. Perfect.

Don't worry. I kept myself plenty busy through out the day, trying not to think about what awful things Mrs. Betsy had in store for me. Our kennel (house) has been full of sick puppies keeping this mommy puppy pre-occupied.

The time came. I packed all the puppies up and headed back to school. G and I sat down, in miniature chairs, at a miniature desk, and waited. Lucy and Hudson played in the classroom and broke the hamster cage. As Mrs. Betsy patiently saved the classroom hamster and fixed the broken cage, she started to give us the REPORT.

In all seriousness, it wasn't as bad as I was preparing myself for. Lucy, apparently, is a very fun and bright 4 year old girl. She can spell her name, cut on the lines, and identify shapes and colors. Apparently, Lucy and Mrs. Betsy have not had any brawls and Lucy hasn't called anyone in her class a douche bag. This is where normal parents would start to brag about how smart, and perfect, and wonderful their children are. Don't. Worry. I'm not going to do that. I know better. All I wanted to hear from Mrs. Betsy was that Lucy showed her human side while at school. And she does. All we can do as parents is hope that when our children are out of our care they are polite and manageable.

So. If I have to endure kennel cough to help bring out the human in Lucy, then bring it on. It is worth it. Because if she can be human for 4 hours a day while at school, then there is hope. Hope that her demon side will one day subside, making way for a nice, coat wearing, human child.

P. S. Mrs. Besty did mention the coat issue. We came to an understanding and I think we have finally put that to rest.

Until next parent teacher conference...
-Mama Schuey