Hello.

Well, we are coming off an excellent anniversary weekend, and have landed straight in . . .

Disaster.

Hubby and I enjoyed our time alone, we picked the kids up, and had a pretty good evening hearing about their wonderful adventures with Mimi and Papa Max.

We got everyone in the bath, teeth brushed, and tucked in for the night.

Then about 1am, one of the twins crawled into our bed, crying.

"I don't feel good, Mommy." Cough, cough, cough. "I'm hot." Like a blazing inferno.

Uh, oh.

When we picked the kids up, Mimi warned us that they all seemed to have a slight tickle in their throats. We discussed symptoms and decided that allergies were the likely culprit.

We didn't think too much about it, and the children played all evening with friends. Everyone seemed fine.

But the wee morning hours rolled by with my son alternating between coughing, crying, and laying on top of me in the bed with fever-reducer in his system and a cold rag plastered to his forehead.

Hubby was smart enough (or perhaps a little chicken) to get out of the room and take refuge in the guest bed. However, his reprieve was short lived as the other two kids ended up in bed with him.

So what started out as a fabulous weekend at home with my husband transformed into a long, stress-filled night in the end.

The alone-time with Hubby was amazing. Having one son home from school and unable to play t-ball tonight with his team, while his little sister does her best to pick, pull, and harrass, has not made for the start of a good week.

But hopefully things will get better.

Have a great week, and everyone stay healthy.

Later.