Casey had a football game at SMU campus on Saturday and they had a great game, but lost by a point. I hear it was a good game, because I didn't go. Charlie started running fever and vomiting Saturday. He kept it up the better part of the weekend.
He did feel better Sunday, and the boys and I went bowling Sunday night. My kids can not bowl. It was hysterical. They'd turn their back to the alley and bowl between their legs. Once they just dropped the ball to see how long it would take it to get to the pins. As funny as they were, there were times I'd could have slapped them silly. Wouldn't have taken much. After two games, I think Caseys high score was 30 something and Charlies was maybe a 70.
Monday, Charlie started feeling worse again. More vomiting and fever. By Monday night, he was feeling better, again.
I was working today, and I'd been at work for about 1/2 an hour (around 8:30), when Charlie called me and told me he'd gotten sick twice since I'd left and missed his ride to school. He felt really bad.
I'm so thankful for Casey. Casey got up (not having to be to school until 11 a.m.) ran him to the doctor, took him to the pharmacy and then bought him some 7-Up, crackers and chicken noodle soup. He brought Charlie back home and got him settled in, then got ready for school himself.
Do I have the best kids in the world? Charlie has some virus or bug, and the Dr. gave him something for nausea. He's taking some Claritan to dry up the stuff draining down his throat and into his stomach. He's feeling a bit better, again. Hopefully he'll be back at school tomorrow.
That, darlins', was my Labor Day weekend. Not the best one ever, but we made the best of it and that's not hard to do when you've got the best around you. I'm blessed.