Sicknesses

OK.  I'm done.  I'm over my kids being sick.  We took Hannah to the doctor for her cold on November 4, and she'd had it for a week before that.  Since that day, October 28, one (or both) of them have been sick.  Poor Hannah is so good at controlling her nausea.  She managed it for 6 hours today before she finally was sick.  After her nap she was so excited because she thought she was better, only to throw up an hour later for the first time.  Then after her third go-around she was excited again.  She said, "I threw up three times, and I feel better!"  But alas, that, too, was short lived.  She hasn't been sick again, but she never wants to go more than a foot from her bowl, and that was only a little over an hour and a half ago.  Poor baby.

Seth is such a good boy.  He just played and wanted us to play with him while Dusty was holding her tonight.  For some reason I felt the urge to clean the downstairs bathrooms while Dusty held her and played with him.  I think I'm subconsciously anticipating all of us getting sick, and, consequently, needing those bathrooms to be clean.  Not that they're super dirty anyway, but bathrooms can always use a cleaning.

I think I'm also anticipating us putting our house on that market.  Yep, that's right.  January 2, our house goes up for sale.  We have some properties that Dusty has looked at and liked, so we're not without options if our house goes fast, but chances are it won't.  The houses around here aren't selling well.  I've already started packing the extraneous things.  Of course, I've only packed two boxes because that's all we had.  I'll be a packing machine when I get some boxes though.

You won't be seeing me post anything on facebook about my piano students anymore because my problem student is now my "friend."  Oh my word.  Yesterday I had to teach her half steps and sharps.  You'd think I was teaching her astrophysics.  Not only was it hard for her to grasp, but she contradicted me on more than one occasion.  I would state something, for instance, "This is going DOWN the keyboard." *points down the keyboard*
"Uh, no it isn't."
Uh...YES IT IS!!!  I've been doing this for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS!!!  Don't contradict me on that!
Then the other thing was, "Actually, that isn't a C."
"Um, yes.  It is."
"No, it's not you little snot!  It's a C#!  That's why the # sign is there!"

(OK, maybe I didn't say it exactly like that.)  I don't care if she doesn't agree with me, but don't cop this I-know-better-than-you attitude with me when it comes to piano, and you've been taking for all of ONE year.  *Steps off soapbox*  So, you'll be getting my rantings here now, instead of facebook.  OK, I just got up from typing because I heard yelling outside.  It was this same student and a little friend of hers that apparently can't speak to each other at any decibel level under 108, and at any pitch under dog whistle.  Can I just tell you that I hope that moving makes it so inconvenient for them to come to piano that they have to quit?  It would break my heart. 
No, really. 
What?  Why don't you believe me?