Not exactly what I had in mind.

On Thursday afternoon, I got to spend some one on one time with Lauren.  As you might guess this treat centered around her 18 month doctor's appointment.  We had fun, though (all except for the shots).  We even squeezed in a trip for some groceries together and I loved watching her say hello and wave to every single person we passed.

 

Then we got home.  I was expecting a quiet night to get a few things done.  After all, I had some special plans over the weekend and I needed to get a jump on the laundry and a few other little jobs that I didn't want looming over my fun.  And that's when I realized I was NOT in control.

Joshua was sick.  His nose was running like a spigot.  He threw up.  He was burning hot.  He cried and cried and cried in my arms until he fell asleep.  At 4:00.  We were in for it.  The night was bad, and he needed to stay home from school.  I stayed with him because the fever was a little scary for me at least and I somehow felt better knowing that I was at least looking at him and feeling his head every 15 minutes.

It became apparent that my Saturday plans weren't looking good.  Mom, Libby and I had planned a shopping day about 2 months ago to go to the outlets at Hershey to have some girl time (without kids) together and do some spring/summer shopping for the kids' wardrobes.  Although Jason was perfectly willing to deal with the illness related duties on Saturday, I didn't think it was fair to leave him with a weepy miserable Joshua and a ticking time bomb Lauren, because we all know it's only a matter of time before your healthy children pick up whatever the sick one has.  I find it incredible that these children can't share a toy to save their lives, but as soon as one of them has a germ, they're all of a sudden blessed with generosity for one another.  It's like a sick joke.  No pun intended.

All plans of getting out of the house on Saturday failed miserably.  The only bright spot in the afternoon was that Lauren (after refusing her nap, God help me) and I got to go to the grocery store.  The high point of the day was a half hour spell outside that ended in tears on the part of both children.  Remember....weepy and sharing of the germs.  I knew Lauren was doomed.  Then Jason cooked a delicious steak dinner on the grill that, looking back on it, was truly the highlight of the weekend.  (It really tasted good!)

I was hopeful that we could make it to church.  That is until I felt Lauren's head upon her waking in the morning.  She was the next victim.  And so we stayed in our PJ's and cuddled on the couch for hours and tried to make the best of it.  Joshua was coming out of the fog, so at least there was only one crying at a time.

I was looking forward to work on Monday morning.  I had an opportunity to go to a big conference in Harrisburg with United Way to talk about Early Childhood Education and business investment into it.  The Governor was supposed to speak, as was the CEO of Sesame Street.  I was really looking forward to it.  And then the phone rang and we learned of the bug's third victim......Grandma.  And all plans to go to Harrisburg or even to the office today were shot right to you-know-where.  Jason's work day was more important than mine and so I decided to stay home again today.  This house arrest is starting to work on  my nerves, I have to tell you.

So, suffice it to say that the last few days haven't worked out anything like I had hoped.  Nope, this isn't at all what I had in mind.

Despite Lauren feeling SUPER crummy today and crying more than not, here was our only photo opp today.  Poor baby is sick.  I'm only thrilled that my #1 baby is much much better today.