Worst. Spring Break. Ever

This has been the worst Spring Break ever!

It started last Friday, with Grandparents Day at school.  The kids didn't have anyone who was able to come, and after talking about it as a family we finally decided to allow Nathanael and Noah to stay home from school because Carlye said, "That's the worst feeling ever when you are sitting there all by yourself and everybody else has somebody."  Unfortunately, I didn't take into account my boys deeply rooted sense of right and wrong.  They spent the ENTIRE day saying that they felt sick to their stomach's because they were missing school and they weren't even sick.  I told them that it was okay because Daddy and I gave them permission to do it, but that if it made them feel that badly we would NEVER do it again - and to stop worrying about it!

Then, because my foot is broken we weren't able to go camping, go to Enchanted Rock, the zoo, or do any of the fun things that we had talked about doing.

On top of everything, Sunday night Carl got really, really sick.  I've been married to him for almost 16 years and have seen him throw up twice.  Sunday night made 3.  He slept all day Monday, refused to eat on Tuesday, and was back to 'normal' yesterday.  (side note - this is a truly horrible 'plague'.  We know of 3 families that it has gone through and it is merciless!)  Carlye went to Fiesta Texas on Monday with her some of her friends.  She got car sick on the way down there, had a hard time at FT because once your sick, roller coasters don't make anything better, and she too refused to eat all day Tuesday.

The best part of our week was going to be today.  We were supposed to go to San Antonio and see Annemarie, Julianna, Jared, Thomas, Aunt Marianne and Uncle Frank.  Everyone was finally well, we were going to watch Oz on Imax in 3D, and have a fun evening.

Last night Nathanael started throwing up.

And come to think of it, I don't know if my tummy is feeling all that great either.

Boo.

Seriously.  Worst Spring Break ever.