TGIF

It has been "one of those weeks" around here: crazy schedule, working more hours than usual, coordinating this and that, squeezing in family meals, forgetting a few things along the way. A moment at the start of the week set the rest of my week in motion when my alarm clock (a.k.a. my hubby) forgot to wake me up at 6:30am so I could be to work by my 7:20 call time. I happened to awake at 7:20 completely disoriented and then suddenly horrified to realize that I was supposed to be at work! And I hadn't washed my hair in days. I looked lovely running through the doors at work. Just lovely.

My week was book ended by another moment that made me feel as if I was playing out some mild comedy of errors. Picture me standing in a new pediatric doctor's office (not the examination room--but out in the main office) having just come from the exam room where I had to pin my screaming daughter down to receive the H1N1 vaccination (she's a high risk case so I reluctantly let them give it her--boy was I sorry). My 10 year old is pleading (no joke) to get the flu nasal spray vaccination because he really is terrified of getting the flu (don't get me started on how I feel about the flu "monster" that has been created). As I am signing papers, the nurse, who is about to give Zach the flu spray, turns to me and says, "Do you know that your son has a fever?!"  She waves the thermometer so I can see the red neon numbers reading 1o0.4.  I drop my pen in shock. My son, who has had only a few fevers in his life, is standing there anxiously looking at me, then back at the nurse, then back at me.  I finally say, "You're joking." But not to Zach, or the nurse, but to a God I really believe in and am, at that moment, not happy with. Zach says he feels perfectly fine, but I do finally note that his eyes look a little blood shot. As I escort him out of the building the realization hits him: he might be getting the flu. His voice quivers as he tells me he feels light headed and that he might faint...not from the flu, but from the anxiety over having it. 

I drive home in the rain answering every question known to man about flu specifics. My daughter promptly falls asleep in the back seat and I try to just keep my sanity above the water line.

So here I am, 10:38pm Pacific time--everyone is asleep but me. I still have a mountain of stuff to get done by Monday but I am glad that it is at least Friday. I have pulled up my pictures from this last week and have found some outtakes that I have not yet shared. I have titled them for you...

Gutter Leaves

Picking Fairy "Cot" 

(Ask the fairies--they'll know)

How To Keep Your Man

Smoochie Pooch

Three Happy Mamas

Hooray for TGIF!

I am off to bed...