Sunday afternoon, I came home from my weekend away with my friend.
We had a great time. Lots of laughs. Lots of sleeping. Some shopping (I got a $45 shirt for $20 at Ann Taylor!). And, of course, eating and drinking.
This is me Saturday night, enjoying one of many margaritas I had that day. Cheers!

This is Kim. Not enjoying the only peach margarita she had that day. She's cracking up about it, actually.
Notice how the bottom is orange and the top is white? Well the orange was a peachy syrup and the white was a slushy foam. Not exactly what she was thinking of when she ordered it.

Anyway, these are pretty much the only two pictures I took the entire time. I did get a couple on my phone, but that's it. I guess we were too busy doing nothing to worry about pictures. Happens every year.
We had a blast and I can't wait until next year. I'm already starting to think of places we can go and how we can save the money for it. We'll see. Maybe next year I'll kick my gang out of the house and we'll stay here.
Who knows.
I DO know that on Sunday, Kim called me to say that Connor was really sick. His temp was 102.3 and he was whining for Mommy. So, I hightailed it out of her house and headed home as quickly as I could.
Well, as quickly as one can when the drive is almost 90 minutes long. Man, I wish we lived closer.
I came home to a very sick little boy. Connor was battling a runny nose and a high fever. He obviously felt miserable and just wanted to cuddle with me. I felt really bad for him. And for Kim.
His fever would go down after a dose of Motrin and then shoot straight up about 5 hours later. Connor would be pouring with sweat and achy. The highest it got was 103.
Last night, I was in his room every 30 minutes between 7:30p-10:30p. The last time I went in, he was soaked with sweat. His hair was drenched. I had to change his sheets, pajamas and underwear. I'm assuming his fever finally broke since he hasn't had one since.
Today, he felt much better. He was actually smiling and playing. He ate a bit more. We even went outside to play after their nap. I think we're over the worst of it.
I'm not sure what kind of bug he had, but I'm sure glad it's going away. And I really hope Sasha doesn't get it.
So now I'm back in the real world. Back in the swing of things. And things are really
swingin', obviously! There's no rest for the mommy!