Today we had a big playdate planned... The Son's 'oldest' friend -- they've known each other since their in utero days ;-) After the 30 minute drive, I stopped to get some sugar (i.e., a Sprite) as I was tired. In the store I noticed The Son shivering and he was holding his belly... 2 minutes later at the playdate house he turned pale and had goosebumps all over. After 30 minutes and a lot of convincing that we would come back, I drove home. The Son slept the rest of the afternoon with a fever over 102. I had to go to my neighbor's house for a half hour and when I returned The Husband told me he'd given The Son some Motrin. After my initial explosion (i.e., "WHAT?! Why did you do that, the fever will knock whatever it is out of him!"), The Husband informed me that The Son had woken screaming in pain and was inconsolable so after some indecision, he decided to give it to him. An hour later, it was like it never happened. I'm sure that I'll be woken up in the middle of the night, however, with the mass return.

I can only pray that The Daughter doesn't get it and that The Son is well by Saturday. I'm having a big huge Blessingway at my house Saturday night for 30 women and I don't know what will happen if the kid(s) are sick! ACK. Positive thoughts our way greatly appreciated.

Tonight is my off yoga night... what will I contempate?