The World According to Leslie

On Monday evening, the Princess started feeling puny.    She was tired, had no appetite, and was grumpier than normal for a Monday.   Tuesday morning, she woke up with a fever of 101.4!  Tony stayed home with her. He’s so awesome!   Yesterday, her fever was 102.9! (Sounds like a radio station!) She stayed secluded in a room at my parents’ house.   Today, her fever is normal, but she hasn’t been fever free for 24 hours without meds. AND…. she’ still very, very tired. So, she is staying with my Dad again today.   Tonight, we will try Girl Scouts. Tomorrow, she has her class Christmas parties at school.  I’m hoping she can go to school tomorrow.    I’ll be there all day to help with the parties, so maybe she can go.

Friday, I wrote about 1500 words. Saturday, I wrote about 2000 words. Sunday,  I wrote over 3000 words. But none of those words were as important as the ones my mom said on Sunday morning.   Recently, Tony, the Princess, and I have been on a “church tour” as my bloggy friend from over at Single Infertile Female calls it. I like that better than the term “church hopping” that my parents use. And, “church shopping” just sounds wrong.   So anyways, we aren’t going to church with my parents any more. This is a huge deal for me. I have always gone to church with my parents, except when I first got married and didn’t live close enough. We had been at this church for 10 years. We started attending in June 2003, and we left in June 2013.   So, I don’t get to see my parents at church, but we usually see them for lunch afterwards. Yesterday, mom called about 8:30am and said that a friend of ours, Todd, was in the hospital. He and his wife and their two sons ...