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My two youngest are home again today. Fevers, headaches and tummy problems. Each time the Motrin wears off, the fever comes back. Poor things. Ally's headache is the worst. I worry that Ashley will have fever seizures. That fear is never far from the surface of my mind. Generally I don't think about her disabilities, because she's such a normal, average kid. But when she gets sick, it comes to the surface because she tightens up, she postures more, has trouble with her gait and looks like death warmed over. Hopefully this will pass soon.

I got a lovely phone call from an old highschool friend today. Elise, it was wonderful to talk to you. It's been too long. Isn't it amazing how easy it is to lose touch with friends that you used to spend all your time with when you grew up? We had a great group that we hung out with in high school. I talk to most of our gang a few times a year, either online or on the phone. All are married, have kids, some have grandchildren. A lot of them still live in the area, which is nice. We've had some reunion kinds of things, but not for a few years. It might be time to try that again.


I think I shall go bake a cake now. Or perhaps make some brownies. But first, some cleanup of the kitchen is in order. I've got a roast in the slow cooker going for dinner tonight. I put in some cream of chicken soup, onions, garlic and other spices and I'll let that cook all day long. I generally use an onion soup base mix in the pot with the roast, but I didn't have any of that in the pantry. I'm trying to use up a lot of my food in there in case we have to get the house ready for prospective buyers.

Hubby may take a week between jobs so he can work on the house and spend time with me. I like the 'spend time with me' part. We don't get much of that around here.

Well, off to clean and bake and generally be the housewife that I am. Wheeeeeee!

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  1. don't know how you do it. god bless you woman! by the way, just so i can sound pushy, avoiding dairy while fighting off a bug helps the body fight it off faster. i'm just mentioning that due to the cream ingredient in your dinner tonight. tell me to take a hike if necessary.

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  2. The children won't eat what I've made, so it's not a problem. I'd also never tell you to take a hike. I'm afraid you might meet a friend in an alley (who is smoking) and tell her you're going to kill me. :grin:

    The kidlets will be having chicken noodle soup, if they have anything at all. Hubby and the non-buggy children (all two of them!) will be eating the roast with potatoes and carrots, etc. Look at me. I'm so domesticated!

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