Greetings from the Sick House

This past weekend was not the best ever.

For those moms out there, you know when your husband travels and you tell yourself you only have to make it to "X" o'clock (the time he gets home) and then you get some relief? My relief was supposed to come Saturday morning at 11:00.

Guapo was dropped off at the school where the kids had a function and the second I saw him I knew there would be no relief. Poor Guapo returned to Big City with some nasty Small City flu/cold. He was pale, shaking and fevered. He spent the rest of "Field Day" in the car sleeping.

And the next two days.

Luckily, he has since joined the living again, but I went pretty crazy Saturday and Sunday after a week of being by myself with semi-sick boys who were too sick to go to school, but not sick enough to lay in bed all day.

So Saturday we had Stake Conference and our RS presidency was in charge of preparing dinner for Elder Scott and the other visiting and Stake leaders. With Guapo out of the picture I had to pan out the kids; between the driver taking the boys out to dinner at McDOnald's (poor guy), and the babysitter, and her mom, who were willing to watch them at her house instead of mine I finally got it worked out.

We were pretty excited to get to meet Elder Scott. We got there early and set everything up and then just waited. Here's the nicest-lady-ever who is our RS president and the cute Columbian who cut my hair.


And here' s me with my part of the assignment: lots of cookies.


Yes, that's a maternity top you see. Somehow I have an easier time wearing maternity tops than maternity pants. I don't know, I guess I'm just weird.

The bad news: Elder Scott never came to eat, he was doing interviews the whole time. :(

Sunday we stayed home from conference because Guapo was still so sick, and I would have had to take the kids in a taxi (little parking), and then control the 3 of them for the two hour meeting in Spanish with no primary relief. No thanks.

So that meant all.day.at.home.

I was going to post the recipe for this slime stuff that kept Margarita (8 yrs old) and Juan Carlos (3 1/2 yrs old) (Julio doesn't love getting messy like those two) busy for 1 1/2 hours+. It's made out of food coloring, and cornstarch.



But when it took us 2+ hours to clean it up, I thought I would spare you all. There was cornstarch EVERYWHERE. Footprints on the floor, spots on blankets, the toilets, everywhere.

The boys fought all day and I thought I was going to lose my mind.

Luckily everyone went to school yesterday morning and my sanity level is slowly returning to normal. Now I'm just praying I don't get the nasty Small Town disease.