Unconsoled

When I resigned myself to not being in Spain this week, I considered sitting around, homebound with two small children. There was some appeal to this in that I still have many household projects to accomplish--including my garden. I am a terrible, yet hopeful gardener. I'm hopeful that someday (maybe this year since I'm not pregnant, nursing and both my children can walk and I'm not planning to move anytime soon) I'll be a better gardener. So, when I saw that the library was offering a gardening workshop--for free--I signed up, despite the fact that it would be today, whilst my husband is in Spain.

No problem. I need to find a babysitter in my new territory anyway and this is as good of an excuse as any. So, I did it. I found a sitter to take my kids not only Saturday morning, but for a good portion of the afternoon as well so I could attend a church conference. I've been sooooo excited for my Spanish Consolation Prize!

Then last evening, my stubborn, grumpy child got even more stubborn and grumpy and fell asleep in the late afternoon--unheard of. Unless he's getting sick.

Being stubborn myself, I nonetheless got up early, packed our picnic lunch, showered and went to wake my children. Ethan was not feeling well. Sure enough he was running a fever ranging from 101 to 102 degrees.

NO!!!! I had my consolation prize day all lined up. Alas, I called the library, called the sitter and cancelled. So here I am, homebound, with sick, grumpy children. What were those projects I was going to do?