A urinary tract infection, an oven catastrophe, a car break-in, and a late night ER trip, all between sundown on Friday and Sunday night. And I wonder why I can never get jack done around here?
To be fair, those were the low points, and yet somehow we still managed to squeeze in time with family and friends (hope we didn't infect you!) plus a date night including tapas and Zero Dark Thirty (thanks for the free babysitting, Mom!).
I thought surely that was enough excitement, but by Monday evening Joe had come home from work sick. Tuesday Georgia threw up at school and was sent home (only to continue barfing for several hours). Thursday June got sent home early from school for, ahem, digestive distress. Oh, and Waylon's still using an inhaler every four hours.
All I can say is thank God for grandparents who always find a way to help out when the going gets rough.
The worst part is, this container belonged to our neighbors. Oops.
I take it back - the worst parts were the clean up and the carcinogenic cloud that surely took years off our lives.
Poor little guy was diagnosed with early stage pneumonia and bronchiolitis. Ask Joe to tell you the story sometime of the man with a gunshot wound who walked into the hospital while he and Waylon were there.
TGIF. Happy weekend, everybody.
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