While the drama on the outskirts of the Suitcase House continued, I left for a three-day business trip to Texas right as the kids began running high fevers and coming down with strep. So although I work from home and only travel a few times a year, they are so skilled in scheduling their illnesses at the worst possible times, they were successful in keeping their dad out of work for a whole week!
When I got home, the #1 priority (other than making sure our kids didn't perish or suffer brain damage) was getting Natalie to her dance recital on Saturday afternoon. She woke up with a 103 fever and gagged up two doses of her yucky antibiotic that morning.
Yes, I am THAT mom. The poor kid had been to dance class nearly every Saturday since January. She'd worked hard. And not only did I have $75 worth of recital tickets in hand (that I had already decided JakeRyan would be scalping if we didn't go), but I had another $100 invested in her dance costume. And unlike the boys (who were wieners the entire week), she kept saying she was OK and didn't feel that bad at all. We were touch-and-go for a while, but 90 minutes before the show started we decided to pull the trigger and take her. We gave her the yummy purple Tylenol and hoped for the best. The show must go on.
We piled her half-sick fan club into the minivan and headed across town. Pop Pop stopped for flowers on the way. And the boys...they were exactly as you'd imagine two brothers would be when forced to go to their sister's dance recital while they were sick. Ryan took to counting down how many numbers we had to endure before Natalie was on. "Only 5 more to go!...Only 4 more to go!" Justin was just totally restless and annoying until in a moment of silence I heard snoring.
And that, my friends, is how you get a three-year-old to nap.