Carrie was excited Tuesday. She learned she was getting Friday off. Shane was scheduled to go to Nana Day-care and I had a "Work from Home" day for my class.
My wife beamed. "You are going to woo me!"
How's that for pressure!?
"Does picking up mulch count as wooing?" I grinned from ear to ear.
"No!"
I mentally penciled it in to my schedule: "New plan for Friday: Woo Carrie!"
Alas, it was not to be. Both Shane and Carrie ended being plague-bearers!
I could hear the snot starting in Shane's chest Thursday. He woke up bawling from a short nap. I laid down with him and he spent the next half an hour drooling and snotting on my chest in a fitful sleep. That night, he woke up coughing and vomitted. He went back to sleep after a quick bath (Carrie changed out all his sheets), but he had a fever of 103.2 Friday morning.
Carrie had whatever Shane had. She slept almost all of Thursday afternoon/evening. She would have liked to have gone back to sleep, but she was so congested she ended up doing a "this sucks!" status update on Facebook around 1 AM.
Instead of a day of wooing, it was a day of TV, naps, and meds. I think even Shane was sick of TV by the time his fever broke! We tried to go outside a little midday, but when Shane says "It's too hot. I need go inside" you know something's amiss (One, the kid lives to be outside, and two, it really was that hot!)
Princess Bride references aside, there was no 'wooing.' I'll have to save my master plan for another day.
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