Hey y'all remember how we were supposed to go to San Antonio for the night to celebrate my mom's birthday? Yeah, well not so much. Patrick woke me up at 12:30 a.m. to tell me he felt sick. I was thrilled. I mean, no really . . . I was packed . . . I was ready to go . . . and then Patrick gets sick. And boy howdy did he get sick. It's not his fault. I'm still disappointed, but what's a girl to do?
The only thing is, this has happened before. December of 2010 my brother was graduating from college at UTSA, and my parents had gotten us all hotel rooms and had a big dinner planned out. The night before Patrick woke up with a stomach bug. So we had to back out. I was so disappointed.
Either way, strange of a coincidence as it is, it's certainly not his fault. I just pray he perks up soon and no one else catches it. So anyway, I've spent most of my day laying on the couch. I'm exhausted from not sleeping. Andrew has watched about 27 too many movies, but that's okay. And my poor husband has been holed up in our bedroom.
Exciting Saturday . . . I'm well aware.
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