When Daddy's sick... well... he sleeps...
Poor Greg is so sick, I feel awful for him. He's been running a constant fever of 102-105F since yesterday afternoon. I paid the neighbor kid to mow the grass and Greg and I did get the garage sorted into "keep in garage", "put in attic", and "throw away piles" (the donate pile is already in the minivan). Thankfully the garbage people come tomorrow morning cause we can't park in the garage at the moment. But we didn't put the attic pile in the attic either because Greg was too sick. Plus the trimming/edging didn't get done outside, it looks like we're growing a grass fence. Normally I'd pick up the slack but I'm on strict orders not to go up in the attic alone (just cause I almost fell through the attic floor a few years ago, we remembered to add "patch garage ceiling" to the list yesterday) and Greg doesn't think I'd be able to handle the weed eater. Hmph!
Anyway we canceled our plans last night (cook out with friends at a local park) and I doubt Greg will be taking Zach to the movies as promised. (Em and Ally went with Grandma to the movies Friday night). A trip to Home Depot would be nice but we're waiting on a check from work which should arrive any day now (don't you just hate that time frame?). I'm afraid the kids are going to be wild again today like they were last night (they ended up with a 7:30 bedtime because my ears were ringing). It's pouring outside so I can't send them out to run off some energy either. It's going to be a long day...
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