Bubba boy is sick, but making a speedy recovery. We have quarantined ourselves to our house for a few days and will be staying here for several more. He has not had a fever in over twenty-four hours, but I still don't want to risk getting around anyone. Not only for the sake of others (which is of utmost concern for me), but to keep extra germs from latching onto us as well.
I am very much looking forward to my evening out tonight with my man for a belated birthday celebration. It will be nice to get out of the house for a few hours. I love my home, but there is only so much a gal can take. Plus every time I try to take a step, I have two little people under my feet. My chances of falling will be much more slim if I am away for a few hours.
Yesterday will be a birthday that I always remember, that I can guarantee. I spent the day in my sweats with no make up on and didn't manage to squeeze a shower in. Hubby did work from home to help with the kids, so that was a nice surprise. It is not the way I would have chosen for him to be here with us, but you take what you can get, right?
Speaking of slim... I am not so much. I am watching my clothing choices diminish by the day. Less than nine weeks before Miss Priss makes her grand entrance into the world. I have ordered bedding. Actually, my mom and mother-in-law bought it for her. If it would only arrive, we would be making great progress.
I must go make myself presentable for the outside world...
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