I stayed home from work on Friday and my mom picked up Maggie and took her until last night around 6:30. I spent my time with chills, body aches, fever, and general misery. When Maggie came home last night, I was locked in my bedroom with a raging fever. Andrew would call me and report on what was going on. It was torture--I could hear them laughing and talking, and i couldn't do anything about it!
No, we didn't do anything for Andrew's birthday. I was too sick. When he found me sticking my gatorade cup on my head to cool off, he decided we weren't going to try. What a fun 30th birthday for him, huh?
Today, he and Maggie went to Ft. Worth to ride the trains and visit Nana. They're back now and while I am in her view, I'm still camped out on the couch and not really apart of what is going on in my house.
So there you have it. In one week, I hung out with my child on Wednesday night. The rest? Nope. Mother of the Freaking Year.