So my family and I have taken a little trip up north to Tulsa, OK to visit with some family before making our move in the next couple of weeks to Lubbock. Basically we cram as much as we can into the four days we are in town. Lots of visits with friends, family, and the like.
Well Wednesday it all came crashing down. And I blame it completely on my wife. She had the audacity to get sick. In the middle of our nice visit, she had to come down with full-blown strep throat; high-fevers, nausea, headaches, and the dreaded sore throat. So instead of visiting friends and family, we’ve been trying to get her back to full health. I took her to the doctor, bought lots of soup, and tried my best to make it better.
Mother Teresa I am not! I love my family and have always given it my 100% when someone is sick, however my flesh is wanting to go away and find something else to do. I was not that kid who took in stray dogs and nursed them back to health, so this doesn’t come naturally to me. It is currently 1:15am on Thursday morning, and I’m now dealing with my 19-month old and her burgeoning fever. Hopefully Starr can get back on her feet soon. I can’t keep this up for much longer, I have out of the house errands to run.
(All comments are to be read with an obvious understanding of my cynical sense of humor. Thank you for your understanding…)





