We were supposed to head to Orlando this weekend to visit with family, attend a BIG event (50th wedding anniversary) and visit with friends. I was looking forward to potentially taking Courtney to Sea World and to visit with one of my oldest and dearest friends. But with Courtney developing a fever, and then a cough and now I have a runny nose and all the house stuff, we just aren’t going to make it. As a matter of fact, I should be eating breakfast with my friend as I type this, sadness. I was feeling guilty about not going and maybe C would be OK and we should go but based on the amount of snot I’ve seen this morning, I think we’ve made the right decision.
Paul decided that he’d take tomorrow off and we could do something as a family in the morning. I was all pumped to take Courtney to the aquarium as I haven’t taken her there yet and maybe it wouldn’t be terrible on a Friday morning. As I rambled on and on in bed last night, not being able to breathe and not sleeping, I mentioned how excited I was and Paul had to be the voice of reason with, “Assuming she’s not too sick.” Well hell all Mr Responsible. I was already thinking whales and seals and then Mexican for lunch but now I’m not so sure.
Instead Courtney and I are parked in front of Sesame Street and some Elmo (I don’t get the loooove for Elmo) and we’re going through a bunch of tissues. And I’m certainly not sitting by the phone/email, waiting on word from the realtor as that would just drive me batty.
