But, this week was not a good one for me to be gone.
Poor little guy. Ear infection, strep throat, and high fever.
And the threat of fever-induced vomiting thrown in there for good measure.
Sarah trying to handle the dr appt, the pharmacy, forcing tylenol and omnicef into a half-conscious but still able to fend off those 4X his size and if that doesn't work, then just SPIT 33-pounder.
Her choices for sanity are slim. Contagious child. Sewing table is broken. The bike trailer won't hook up to her bike.
Sarah's cell phone died this week. This time for good, we think. So communication between us is the old "let it ring, then call me back."
This is why marrying a single mom is a great thing. She doesn't mess around. I wish I was there to help, but I know she's got the whole thing under control. I know it's still chaotic, though.
I guess she gets one more week.
But starting Monday, I expect June Cleaver. For real.
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