**The Boy got healthy and returned to school. I went back to work and was WAY behind.

**I applied for the next level of leadership training at work.

**Kevin is getting released from his current team. If the team finally gets it together, he has a chance to go on a two day tryout and sign with another team for five or six weeks.

**I am applying for a position in another part of the country. I have no idea if I am or am not qualified, but I am going to try. We have nothing to lose.

**The house is still on the market. A lot of people are coming through again with the first time home buyer credit about to expire for a second time.

**I was able to watch Brooke and Paul’s baby yesterday, and I must say, Parker was as sweet as an infant can be. AND The Boy loved having him around. He said he wants one (Um, no. Do not get that in your mind people.) and would share his mommy (still no people). It was cute.

**I do not have to work today, and The Boy does not have school, so we are heading to TU for a play date. I am not sure this child knows how good he has it!  The Boy has been all over TU and can name many of the buildings. Yes, I think this is a good thing.

**Um, I’m running out of things to say today. Until next time…

On the positive side, a four plus hour nap yesterday was a relief for both of us, but makes bedtime a little less than desirable.

Anyway, so it’s day 2 of illness, and his temperature is back up over 100. His cough sounds horrible, but at least he isn’t coughing all of the time, and I pray the bloody nose stays away!

Kevin can’t get home soon enough…

1:30AM  The Boy wakes with a yucky sounding cough and is restless.

2:30AM He still hasn’t settled down, so I got him some homeopathic medicine for his cough/cold. He has a temperature of a bit over 102 degrees.

3:00AM The Boy FINALLY is back to sleep.

5:00AM He wakes coughing again. He’s restless. While his fever is down to 100 degrees, he is miserable.

I think I slept between 3-5 hours and am tired myself, so we are fighting this together.

Oh the joy of parenting.

On the other hand, I was able to update his blog and this page. We have read a lot of books together, and I get to see The Boy smile at me even if he only acts sick 3/4 of the time.

Oh, and at 9:30 he is finally willing to eat something. Poor kid.

I can’t wait until he naps. I’ll be sleeping too.

I live in what is currently a hot-pink area.

I have considered fleeing to Minnesota or Texas, but I don’t necessarily think either of those is wise for a variety of reasons.  For now, we have plenty of food and water, but absent power, we will be very cold. I am going to pick up the blankets from storage tonight, and I have already contacted the friends we stayed with last time. They live just a couple of miles from our home so I am hopeful that we will at least be able to drive there, if necessary. I will be packing our bag this evening and checking the flashlight batteries. This could get ugly… but I am praying for our safety and the wisdom to do what is right for our safety.

Let me start from the beginning…kind of. I used to enjoy the challenge of shopping– finding a deal, the right fit, etc. Then I had The Boy. I then realized that I had not really bought jeans that didn’t include Old Navy or $10 in the past four years. No, I am not kidding, so last night, in spite of my desire to purchase fair trade jeans, I went to The Buckle with a friend, and I kid you not, I tried on at least 20 pairs. Things I learned during my experience:

** Lucky jeans are no longer popular. WHAT? My favorites, because they always fit.

** Lucky jeans are no longer at The Buckle. At least I didn’t see a single pair. Le sigh.

** Jeans’ popularity is dependent on their pocket style, not so much fit, these days. Again. Totally foreign to me.

** I did not recognize a single brand I tried on. No, I am not kidding. A friend told me after that I did indeed buy the “hot” jeans of the day. Whatever.

** I’ve obviously changed since my mission was solely to find a good fit, and I no longer know anything of style and/or fads.

** My bottom is larger than it has ever been in spite of my otherwise fit body and similar weight and body style as the day I got married. Strange. It makes buying jeans a challenge.

I could go on, but I’ll stop.

Basically, life changes.

I never thought I’d see the day…

…I’m ending this pointless post now.

Fast forward to Monday. The Boy’s school called around 9 to say that he didn’t have much of a fever, but was acting lethargic. I had told them that I had been sick, so if he started getting sick, call me.  The Boy’s temp never got very high, but he did take a four hour nap. I figured he was good to go. He told me he felt great (the day before had said he didn’t feel well), so I sent him to school.

What happens?

Said boy vomits all over the carpet after nap time. When I arrived 30 minutes or so later, he still looked dazed. I took him home. He, of course, vomited in the car while we were on our street! Seriously? He couldn’t wait one more minute? I cleaned him up, got him settled, and then did my best to clean up his car seat. I am afraid of what it will smell like tomorrow in my car!

Today he appears fine again, so off to school again tomorrow.

Really though? It was nice to have the extra time to rest myself, even though I brought work home with me.  I worked a few hours each day and spent the rest with The Boy.

I guess all this illness came at an opportune time. It keeps me from feeling too bad that Kevin’s visa is not ready. We had thought we might get to see him this week or next, but our vacation is now on hold. Again. Le sigh. Different year, same story. His season, however, will be over soon, so I’m focusing on that.

Snowy Christmas Eve

Our celebrating hasn’t gone exactly as planned, but we’re having a very special Christmas just the same. We were not able to visit friends on Christmas Eve or on Christmas Day, but we have had fun in the snow.  We have also Skyped with Kevin and Grams and Grandpa Wegner. We opened presents with them too. After nap time, we will bake Jesus some cupcakes and celebrate some more.

Nothing is given, and tomorrow is not promised, so we are spending our time enjoying the now…a now that has not gone as planned, but is special none the less.