My middle (he's 8) woke us up at 4 this morning saying he didn't feel good. Praise the Lord he didn't throw up, but he did have a 102 degree fever and we were 2 1/2 hours away from home. The hubby tracked down some Tylenol and we made our way home today but my plans of last minute shopping were out and we quarantined ourselves at home, which of course means baking and monopoly.
And because after baking all day and wrapping gifts, I said no way to cooking dinner and the hubby picked up Baja Freah. Hmm, yum!
2 more sleeps until Christmas and I have a few small gifts to wrap for the kids and stocking stuffers!