Soooo, things were looking up for us, oh for about .5 minutes.
We had a little birthday celebration for Paul, I cooked a good meal and we even had pie. Pie always makes for a good time.
And then, finally, we were all headed back to school and work. GLORY BE.
The kids dropped off.
G back at work, all settled in, ready to take on the world.
Then I get a phone call....
"Mrs Bush, Pierce is up here in the front office and has a fever."
I'm not sure if I broke into some foreign language or tongues or what, but I think I left my own body for a few minutes.
I packed up my stuff and left work to go pick up my sick boy.
Since January, the kids have had something every single month, and we are all just OVER IT.
Poor little guy, has exactly what Hope had, and it's wicked!
Thankfully Hope is all recovered now, and Lord willing Paul and I will stay healthy. And sane.
Once we get through all of this, sister will need a night out.
Let me know if you want to come to BG and hit the hot spots, like Sonic and Toots.
I kid. Maybe.