The party is off... or at least moved.

At times like this, you just have to laugh. Mostly to keep yourself from crying. For the second year in a row, Elise's birthday party has been messed up.

It started Wednesday, when I got sick. Thursday I felt a little better and had to go in for a scheduled root canal. About 30 minutes after the root canal, I felt like I was going to die. My symptoms had kicked up a notch (aches, headache, chills), and my head felt like it was on fire. I got home and took my temperature... 102.4. Ugh.

I wake up this morning and Fred (who has been sick a grand total of 3 times in 11 years - and that's not an exaggeration) tells me he doesn't feel so good. He has a cough and his body aches. No fever though.

I turn on the news to see an 80% chance of rain this Saturday. Did I mention our party is outside? I mean come on... the once thing Texas might have going for it is you can plan outdoor activities and be very confident it will be dry. It's not like I'm living in Vancouver!

I cannot tell you how disappointed I am. We're trying to move it to next week, but if that doesn't work, we're out of luck. The following week is the JDRF walk, and then we'll be in October. I don't think having a birthday party a month after the fact is such a good idea.

The one good thing, so far, is that Elise seems to be okay. I've been trying to keep my distance from her (a difficult task since I am still nursing her), but now that Fred is sick, I'm not sure what we can do. Just lots of soap, lots of sanitizer.

And lots of prayers too.