What a week!

So, Bruno left on Monday for MN. Travel for work again. This was the last full week of school, so we figured the kids would be okay, they'd be very busy with school excitement. Monday/Tuesday...no big deal. Wednesday I interviewed for my Guardian Ad Litum (GAL) position. Then I decided to take a break from the hum-drum life I lead and have lunch with a girlfriend on the Church Street Mall

(think gorgeous summer day, open mall, loads of people watching, good food, good company). Then my cell rings.

It's the school nurse. James has a fever.

I tell her I'm downtown, I have to finish here (I have to pay for the food, don't care if I don't get to eat it, but I can't just walk away), and that it's going to take me a while to get there. So, off I go.

I get to school, James is running 101+. We get in the car and he says to me "Mama, why did it take you so long?" The stupid nurse never told him how far away I was and that I was on my way! GRRRR

So, he's home ill. We watch loads of Blue's Clues, Winnie the Pooh, etc. This does, however, throw a major monkey wrench in my plans to surprise Bruno with his father's day gift of a new radio in his truck (I went that morning and got his fuel door fixed at the dealership, it had been broken for over a year). Installation for the radio (that I bought a week ago and left at the store) is scheduled for the next morning. So I have to get the truck there by 9pm. 3 kids, 1 sick. Hmmm. My plan to meet my girlfriend at 2pm and get a ride home from the store is trashed, as my child is sick, and she has little ones that would have to be in the car at the same time.

So, I enlist my neighbors. She is in the middle of battling breast cancer, 2 chemo treatments down, 1 to go. She's feeling good today though, and had worked and everything, so they take it in for me. She comes back and thanks me, they found a TV they just bought for $300 less at the store when they dropped our truck, so are returning the one they bought and saving $300.

Okay, James is still sick on Thursday. More TV, puzzles, etc. Darby's aide cancels on me for Thursday night. I'm starting to go a little dingy in the head at this point, I need adult conversation or to workout or something. And I need to pick up the truck. Bruno finishes up his work in MN a day early, so changes his ticket to come home earlier to give me a break, he's now due home at noon on Friday instead of 10pm.

As we don't have an aide for Friday night, this sounds good to me.

James is still sick on Friday morning, running a low grade fever. He's had a decent appetite, held everything down, drinking, peeing, sleeping, etc. I look at him and in my heart I know he's be so bummed if he missed his last day of school, so I do what any good parent would do. I give him Tylenol and put him on the bus.

Now Bruno's plane is delayed, and I have to be at Cory's end of school ice-cream party at the same time he's due in. So, I now need to get Bruno's truck to the airport so he has a way home, and still have time to buy all the ice cream for the party. Oh, and get it there before it melts, as the school's freezers are chock full of food for the staff party after school ends.

My best friend to the rescue. She meets me at the airport and gives me a ride back to the store to get my van just in time. I have no time to leave the Father's Day card on the dash like I planned, in fact, I actually left the receipt (how tacky of me!) in the truck in my haste.

But, all was well. Bruno's plane was delayed even more, but he made it to school for the tail end of Cory's party. We gathered Cory & Darby (James wanted to ride the big bus home one last time...he just got to move to the regular bus from the special needs bus the week before), and we are out of there.

Darby has school Monday & Tuesday, but the boys are enrolled in Jr. Jazzercise camp (I enrolled them before they announced the extra snow days they tacked on the end of the year), so their last day was yesterday, and Darby's will be Tuesday.

Okay, time to go see what Cory did on Webkinz.