It is a beautiful gorgeous day here in Virginia.
And I am:
trapped answering phone calls from doctors saying "yes The Princess's strep test that we cultured overnight came back positive for the second time in two weeks,"
picking up yet another, stronger, prescription because the antibiotic we just finished this past Wednesday wasn't strong enough to kill the bacteria from the first round of strep, thankyouverymuch,
ignoring my son when he told me that he has a headache because I thought he just wanted a dose of motrin like his sister,
watching my son fall asleep in the middle of the morning when he NEVER does that,
listening to my daughter yell downstairs that The Prince is now throwing up, all over my side of the bed.
kicking myself for not believing that he really wasn't feeling well this morning when he complained he wasn't feeling well this morning. Because I am pretty sure he has strep, too. And the doctor's office is closed.
Another soccer game missed. Another week of church missed. Another day trapped in the house. Time to go do one of my projects while they watch TV guilt free.