I had big plans for today - getting caught up with my laundry after company, cleaning up the house, and writing a thought-provoking post. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Instead, I spent the morning with Allie (14) at the doctor. She's run a fever on and off since Friday, had a bit of a cough, but nothing alarming. Allie tends to be my drama queen, but really, she's been healthy as a horse. I can't even remember the last time I took her to the doctor for an illness. I was all ready for him to say, "It's nothing. That will be $150, please." Instead, he said, "She sounds terrible!" Then later, "This is pneumonia."
So three prescriptions later, we are home, glad that there's not a lot going on in school that's she's missed the last few days, and glad that we are taking care of this before Thanksgiving.
We were joking over lunch (she's well enough to eat a bit) that we've enjoyed this little "holiday" together - almost four whole days with the "bookend" children (Ruthie-3, the youngest, and Allie, the oldest). Yes, we've had some good conversations, but mostly, we've had the "quantity" time that's so hard to come by. We've just enjoyed each other's company without the distraction of lots of siblings, friends, text messages, or activities.
Like I said yesterday, sometimes these things just "happen," sometimes I can plan them, but other times, circumstances beyond our control force the issue. I don't really care. I'll take one-on-one time any way I can get it!
And now on to the laundry...