I was really looking forward to last night's girls night. Because it wasn't just any girls night. It was to be a night out with Julie and Kyla. I've been enjoying their blogs for a while now, and looked forward to getting to know the women behind the words. I longed to hear their laughter and their voices and their stories... particularly after a few drinks. I wanted to cheer Julie up after a weekend of solo parenting, and take Kyla's mind off of Kaytar's eating issues. I knew it would be a lovely end to a day spent with The May Queen doing touristy things while The Big Guy attended a conference. We were going to tag along to this conference so that we could play hooky a few days... swim in the hotel pool, check out the local kid friendly sites, etc. When I discovered that Julie and Kyla were nearby, it was icing on the cake.
But alas, it was not meant to be. On Saturday, the day before we were scheduled to leave, my husband was still shivering with a fever. I was still coughing up a lung. Reluctantly we cancelled the trip.
And, I must say, it was a wise choice. I spent all day Monday sleeping. The Big Guy has taken both days off of work as he tries to recover from the flu that never ends. The good thing is that since we had intended to be out of town we have nothing scheduled for these days, and can take the time to sleep all day and curl up on the couch to watch movies (on our new DVR!). And I'm even getting a wee bit of scrapbooking done. Through this haze of tiredness and no energy.
So Julie and Kyla, I'm sorry I missed you. But I'm not very good company right now, anyways. Just ask the May Queen. I don't even have enough voice to read the poor kid a bedtime story.