Flu Schmoo

I hate to even think I am coming down with the "F" word, but due to the fact that I was exposed to it this week, that I am running a fever and my throat feels like I swallowed a piece of hot, flaming charcoal, I'm afraid I may have to admit defeat at some point. I sure hope this is not the case because, quite frankly, I don't have time for this.

This coming week I have a preschool field trip to chaperone, a child with a dental appointment, another school function to attend....and...and...and.

And a child that suddenly refuses everyone but his mother. The sick mother he probably doesn't need to be around right about now. The grandparents have tried to entice him to their house with promises of golf cart rides, ice cream, and toys. He's not budging.

Joy.

And because I have seriously neglected the blog this week I thought I should complain explain. Because I know you were all perched with anticipation on the edge of your seats for an update on this blog.

See? The deliriousness? It's a side effect.