The Saturday Outing: The Outing That Never Was

Saturday morning came in as calm as they do in our house--even a little more so actually. Patric got out of bed at 7:15 when he heard the boys running around upstairs. He commanded me to stay. And they were quiet, and I stayed in bed until 8:00. 8:00!

He was already calmly making French Toast when I meandered out to a mostly quiet house where children watched cartoons and played with toys and no one was screaming. I was baffled.

9:38.

That is when Alida finally woke up. I spent the time from 8 to 9:38 checking to make sure she was still alive, wondering what was up, taking pictures of the clock in amazement and drinking coffee. And she was warm and a fuss when she finally got up, which would be why we missed our Saturday play date with Emily.

In honor of our missed play date with Emily, who gifted us the basketball hoop, and inspired by the Dukes, who are talented players, we decided to have a game. Is that enough to make up our own team? I am unclear why and I cannot clearly describe how three in the house is so much more calm than four no matter who the fourth missing child is.

Sunday and today everyone was a touch warm and everyone had a touch of a cough and a touch of a runny nose and just general ick but not enough to really call anyone sick. Until. Last night around bath time Patric brought me his forehead, and he was burning up. I do not think I've ever known him to run a fever. He is home today catching up on some sleep. Taking the three on Saturday morning all by himself must have really wrung him out!