This weekend Big Brother and Big Daddy will be on a Boy Scout camping trip in the "lap of luxury" (read: cabin camping with 2--count 'em, 2--fireplaces and a Real Bathroom with Indoor Plumbing, not to mention a full kitchen).
What's that, you say? That's not roughing it! Bring on the latrines and the outdoor showers! It's February, after all.
Of course, to these boys (and dads), "roughing it" means "no internet connection."
I was planning to take Middle Sister out for a "Girls' Lunch" today before everyone leaves. She'll be at the mercy of Little Brother all weekend long, with no Big Brother to share the playtime. Little Brother misses them both all week when they're at school, so on days off and weekends he wants to play with them all the time. So I thought we could have a little Girl Time.
When she got up this morning and came downstairs, I asked her if she wanted to go to lunch with me today.
What? I was shocked. Usually she jumps at the chance for something like this.
As she got closer to me, I noticed that her face was a little flushed and she has those Sick Eyes, and then I did the Never-Fail Mommy Fever Test (put my cheek against her forehead). Yup. I followed it up with the Real Thermometer and she's at 98.9--at 7 AM. We'll only be going up from there.
So we won't be going out to lunch today. She'll be feasting on soup and crackers, and I'll be fetching a comfy blanket and her favorite stuffed animal, because even if you are a Big Girl of 10, you still like a warm blanket and a stuffed animal when you don't feel good.
Later, maybe Big Daddy will get her a Slurpee.
We can lunch another day, when she feels better. Today, she gets Full Remote Control Privileges and all the juice she wants.