Today was supposed to be My Day. I have been working too hard these days, and as I crawled into bed last night at 12:30, I looked forward to my morning. As soon as the kids were at school, I was all set to head to the mall to buy something fabulous to wear to my high school reunion on Saturday night. Then, I had a couple of "treatments" scheduled at my facial place, also in time for the reunion. So . . . Julie and I dropped Steph and Pete at school and began walking home. Then my cell phone rang. Cut to me bringing Pete home about 5 minutes later, with a tummy ache and a weepy look (remind you of anything?). So he and I drove to preschool and dropped Julie off, and then went home. He is not the type of kid to pretend to be sick or even to complain unless something's really wrong, so I take him seriously when he does. He was yawning a lot, but then he started eating a lot, so I got to hoping he'd be ready to go back to school after an hour or so of lounging on the couch. Mais non. (Sorry, my latest project is en francais.) So he got to go to tag along to Christine's Day Spa with me and trace pictures in his Star Wars book while I got zapped and waxed and otherwise tortured.
Tomorrow, unless someone's throwing up, I'm going to the mall.