We had a lovely long-weekend visit with Don's parents, here. A rarity, and very very good. We went pretty places and I took pretty pictures (I'm getting more comfortable with my camera in manual mode - go me!).
It was all good.
Then they left Monday morning.
So did Don.
(Oh, and yesterday was our seventh anniversary - wow!)
Took Amy to the doc for a quick physical and her last round of shots for school.
She popped a fever almost immediately.
I spent all of yesterday wondering if it was from the shots or just the typical post-visitor/busy week kind of virus that she seems prone to getting.
I have anxiety issues when my kids are sick.
Most mommy stuff I like to think I do pretty well.
I do not do sick well.
But we manage.
Today - quiet. Amy spent most of it on the couch with rotating complaints of dizziness, headache, and stomachache. We watched a lot of tv. She was a good patient and drank lots of water. And ate goldfish for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
She told me tonight (after feeling better) that the goldfish were in her tummy eating all the bad germs.
I think that's great.
Meanwhile, William spent the day cool as a cucumber and in fine energy and humor.
But he also spent it sneezing and coughing like there's no tomorrow.
Which means that means that my week is looking like two kids with two separate bugs that they will inevitably share with each other and with me. Bad.
Particularly since we've hardly had a chance to get into a "school" routine and have already missed a day. And this week starts Little Gym classes, too.
And did I mention I'm flying solo right now?
Anyway, thus concludes my mommy-rant of the evening. Sometimes you just have to put it out there.
And to thank you for your patience I will now shower you with lovely pictures.