Monday

The flu caught me this weekend and for 24 hours I felt as though someone had taken a baseball bat to my body. The only symptom I had was a fever and the aches, but I woke up this morning and it had gone.

Life still happens even when you don't feel great. Yesterday was a day full of basketball and sadly, the last games of the season for our team. They'll continue to play together...sectionals this weekend, state the next and then nationals if they go that far, and then will play tournaments until high school try-outs in June.

For us, that will determine where Alex will go to high school. I am praying it will be down the street, but it's all up in the air right now. Way up in the air, and you all know how much I love the up in the air stuff.

Ah well...God has a plan and he knows that I am not ready to hear it yet.

I worked this morning and then was picked up by a friend and we went to breakfast. She spent the weekend with Chelsea campaigning in Texas for her mother. This is a non-political blog, but I must say...she had an exciting weekend hobnobbing with some pretty big names.

SO, where was I?

fever - check

basketball - check

friend with exciting life - check

Oh...now I remember...while at breakfast, I received a call about a certain son, who once again shall remain nameless. Turns out we've let up an inch and he's taken not quite a mile, but close to a mile.

SIGH

I am still waiting for the easy part with this child or am I just kidding myself? He is so fun, so easy going, so amazing...but from conception, he has not been easy.

But I like him, so I'll keep him.

Though at this exact moment, I would be willing to sell him.

Cheap.