After two t-ball games, packing the final items (or all of M's), lunch and loading the car, we actually hit the road for San Antonio. The boys were super giddy and wound up all morning. I can't blame them, they were excited, but whizzing by Mommy with a Superman cape and almost knocking her down and throwing stuffed animals that clock her in the head DO NOT help Mommy pack.
When we got in the car it was quiet after ten minutes. The two youngest were OUT! M had been traveling all week and I had been running errands here and there so our conversations at night were very brief. I was looking forward to some time to catch up. However, I apparently had some other catching up to do because I was asleep before we hit Kyle. Sorry Honey, but thanks for driving! ;)
So we made it to SA, everyone napping except the driver. Everyone was excited and pumped...except A who kept saying he was cold. One touch of the forehead and I knew he had a fever. Oh for Pete's SAKE!?!? Sure enough, 102.1.
Poor little guy had Tylenol stuffed in his mouth and was sent to bed. We went about our planning, all the while I was completely worried about him and sent into another sort of planning mode. I'd brought his breathing machine and current meds but there was one breathing medicine I hadn't brought enough of. I called Walgreens and held my breath that we had a refill on file. Sure enough, we did! Woohooo! One thing going our way.
Finally around ten, all I could do was go to bed and pray. I prayed that we wouldn't hit any more glitches, that J would stay healthy, that e would all be safe, that we would make HAPPY, everlasting memories.
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