Today....today?.....what happened today?

     I woke to the pitter patter of tiny feet of a certain young boy, which meant the worst of his stomach virus was over after his mother spent the night with him in her arms.  I know as a young mother of small children who have never been so sick, to watch the pitiful heaving over and over made it tempting to seek medical help.  But she held back the tears on first seeing their state, stuck it out, and even had a few laughs.  Her brother, Tim, good sport of a man, came to visit and took the brunt of a silent "eruption" right between the legs just after he was handed his nephew.                                                                                                  
     Mondays, Mondays - bills (thankful to pay), calls (got through to Social Services and a Lawyer, well her voicemail anyway), laundry (tons of nasty laundry), and even taxes (Mike did & with great news - enough for major repairs on the Freightliner and enough to pay for 1st week's fuel, over $3K, yes $3K for 1 week of flower hauls).                                                                                                                                            
     My Madalynn has never, ever been this sick (stomach, ears, and horrendous rash) losing at least 2 pounds off her slim 36 lb frame.  She requested cheesesticks finally (the kind in plastic) and you're "darn straight" we picked 'em up tonight.  Macklynn had leg pain in the midst of his bug and I couldn't be happier to see him running around pestering everyone to play a game with him today.  (Those close know why.)  Melody, well, she is on a hunt regularly now for chocolate, so we parents of girls this flowering age know what's in the works.  Michael gets his own paragraph tonight:                                                                       
     He and a friend, a hiliarious friend I should add, got the high honor of being invited to a Charlotte Bobcats basketball game tonight.  Melody's Coach Cory, met me in the door of the bank and said he had observed something in church.  Michael and Macklynn were seated in front of his family and he watched with high regard while Michael paid close attention to his young brother.  The coach said he thought Michael should get to go to this game.  I'm not a user of  "proud", but a mother could hardly feel better about how her life's work has presented itself.                                                                                                                  
     McKala has gone back and forth all day - too girly, not girly enough - about the "look" she wanted for the
pictures tonight with her dominantly male team.  Miranda was delighted to find out that a meal is free her first day and coupled with their famous milkshake, she "had" to take a nap when she got home.  Megan didn't get an answer today and is searching for what that means.                                                                               
     Mike has been home all weekend and helped with the sick, tenderly really, and has come down with it himself, right after he ate his favorite Subway sandwich, which is so "original" that the woman told Miranda she knew just who it was for. He shared with me and I do believe it made me feel better, along with the huge Cherry Coke Miranda handed over.  I had battled the "urge" myself all day, taking a headache instead.  At least, I didn't fall out of a moving van, with some equipment to boot, the way a guy we saw in front of Wal-Mart tonight did.  He came up tickled; I liked that.                                                                                    
     Of course, exercise played no part, but I think I lost a couple of pounds in all this.  Tomorrow I hope to take the week by the reins and plow forward.