In Germany, children that start first grade receive a large "cone" filled with presents and (the more the merrier the children) sweets. We had our ceremony at school with our eldest daughter yesterday. The younger of our girls received a "sibling cone", which is a slightly smaller version of the large cone; our youngest got a "tiny cone" (which he ate, including the cardboard - at least he was quiet during the ceremony). It was a lovely sunny day, and I met some good friends afterwards (without the kids) for dinner and drinks. A good if not great day.
During the night, we transitioned to slightly less good, as the eldest daughter was unable to sleep, so my husband camped on a mattress in front of her bed. Our youngest then threw up (for the first time, at 1.5 years, which is quite a blessing that it happened so late). We juggled our way through the day, but in the evening, he threw up all over the children's room floor. The washing machine has already done four extra loads today. Would I call it a bad day? Actually not. The potential is miserable, though, if one, two, three or four other family members get infected as well. May mommy stay healthy, not for egoistic reasons (lying in bed for a day is luxury these days, no matter what the cause!), but for altruistic ones - I need to keep the family running. Fingers crossed. (And if anyone is wondering whether the throwing up and eating of a cardboard cone are related, I have experience with kids eating strange things and doubt it. But perhaps this is the price for a quiet ceremony.)
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