All’s Well that Ends Well

Well.  *That* weekend didn’t exactly go as planned.  (But then, does it ever really?)

We got home from Henry’s game and got ourselves set to watch the Hokies play.  Henry looked exhausted, but I assumed he was just tired from being an absolute BEAST out there (because he was.  An absolute beast.).  About an hour later, I felt his neck and he was on fire.  So the weenie-roast-s’mores-eating-watermelon-seed-spitting-fun time was off.

Sunday we had to split up for mass because both Ella and Henry were sick.  SOOoooo…there wasn’t much time for gardening because I forgot I also had to get groceries.  Food tends to trump yardwork in my house, especially where the male peoples are concerned.  So the weekend was kind of a mess.

Henry stayed home from school on Monday.  We planned a day full of legos and movie watching.  I made kettle corn and we sat together under a fuzzy blanket and Henry shared his gummy eyeballs with me.  It just doesn’t get much better than that.

He had a fever again that night, which meant no school on Tuesday, either–school rules.  David stayed home with him on Tuesday morning while I was out.  I received the following message from the man:

“Henry should have gone to school today.”

When I arrived home they were outside running plays for his football game scheduled for that night.


Yes, I did let him play in his game.  I do not need any lectures on that thank you.  There were extenuating circumstances and that is all I will say about that at this juncture.

They won.  Henry played great.

And then he went to school on Wednesday and all was right with the world (until today, when Kate came home with a sore throat).

The end.

All’s Well that Ends Well

Spring Fever

Tomorrow begins Spring Break.  And boy this year I was prepared for it.  I planned activities, and trips and things to do with the four buggers.  I didn’t want them to be bored, I wanted to have a lot of fun with them.  I checked out the farm to see what baby animals had been born that we could go see.  I planned a trip to the garden center so that we could pick out cool-weather flowers for our planters and plant them.  I invited all the kids’ cousins over for an afternoon of fun one day.  I even planned a trip to the park and a picnic.  I was ready.  And then…Saturday morning Kate woke up with a fever.  And she sat like a lump on the couch for the majority of the day.  She was so feverish that evening I didn’t sleep much, worrying and checking in on her.  Her fever was 104.4 this morning.  She is still feverish.  And then Henry came over with that look on his face.  That glossy-eyed, flat look that can only mean ‘here it comes.’  Sure enough, he’s got the high fever too.  It is only a matter of time before William shows up with that look.  And I pray not, but probably Ella, too.  So it looks like all those plans are probably out the window.  You know what?  The weather for the week didn’t look that good anyway. 

Spring Fever