They conspired against me.

The children, that is.
You see, I was meant to have an entire weekend alone.
Alone to clean my house, pack my bags, and peacefully run my errands.
Instead, my son decides to spike a giant fever last night and be the sickest I have seen him in a very long time today.
Definitely a conspiracy.

I am sure yesterday they sat down after lunch while I was switching the laundry over and had a discussion. Which one would be the one to step up to the plate and take one for the team. Christian must have drawn the short straw.

I sent the girls on with my mom for the weekend, and I'm just praying that the boy gets well enough to head down that way for at least a few days so I can get my work done in peace and quiet.

The fact that I have a 4.5 hour spa appointment on Friday has nothing to do with it either.

;)