Today was one of those days when best laid plans are blown away. Every effort I make to plan a sewing day is an exersize in futility.

When I called back the hall this morning to wake the boys for school, I was unprepared for what happened next. They came out and began to tell me how awful they felt. DFS1, age 14, fell last evening and ran a splinter into his knee. He didn't get all of it out, and it had festered a bit and kept him awake all night. DFS2 was a bit warm and complaining of a tummy ache and sore throat. He ate breakfast, and I never did hear anything more about the tummy, but a quick look down his throat affirmed that he did indeed have a sore throat.

I decided to take both boys to the clinic. DFS1 has a bald spot on the back of his head that began before he came here, and I've been thinking we should have it checked out. His hair covers it, but he needs a haircut, and with the bald spot, I don't trust myself to give the haircut.

So the morning was spent in the clinic, NOT my favorite place to hang. I mean everyone there is sick, and who WANTS to be exposed to all those extra germs....

DFS2 needed his shots updated, and he was not happy about that, but now it's done, no more until he is 11 in 4 years.

Dr said, (tongue-in cheek) he'd give DFS1 a perscription for stress. I said, "Oh give me one also" He laughed and said,"Crystal, you INVITE stress into your life" . He knows me too well