AHHHHHH. Time to go back home.
Walked in to hear Mickey's voice coming from the bonus room with a weak sounding "We're up here" from the dad. Uh oh.
Blake: "Did you not get my text???"
Me: " My phone died. Why? Are you feeling bad?"
Blake: "Yea. I have fever...101."
Me: Uh oh.....
Me: "What time did Crosby wake up?"
(his text from 4:26pm was requesting I hurry home because he was feeling bad. Meanwhile I am leisurely strolling around Micheal's..opps)
I had no sick food to whip up. So, I removed the PJs Crosby had been wearing since last night and put on actual clothing for the first time around 6:00pm. We headed out to get soup for the dad. He requested Gatorade as well but I forgot that. Got the mom and babe fed while hearing the dad upstairs gagging after about bite number 6 of his chicken noodle soup. Not good. Decided it would be best to bathe Crosby and get him in bed so I could run back out to get Gatorade. Did that. Put little one down and headed out the door. Got Gatorade and gasoline for the sliver bullet and headed back home. Delivered the Gatorade to the hubs and heard the babe screaming in his bed. Never fell asleep apparently. Finally got him to bed around 8:45.
I was supposed to be working on projects ALL DAY LONG. Oddly enough, I didn't get started until 9:00pm. And here it is 1:47am and I am blogging about it. Why? I am not sure! How many more days are there in November??? I can't fail now...
I am pretty sure I will be dreaming about this...
Now. Just a few more things to get done before I call it a day... sigh.