It could be worse, seriously

Well, the weekend was a real tossup. It’s hard to say if it was good or bad. I mean I had a really good time staying at my parents house with Ella and my nephew (my hubby was out of town so we had a sleepover) but my nephew ended up sick, throwing up half the night.

Then I got a call from my husband at 6:15 a.m Sunday. Anytime he’s up at 6:15 a.m I know it’s not a good thing. He is not a morning person. And when I realized I’d missed four calls from him … double gulp. So I rang him up in New Orleans, where he was for a work conference.

His news? “I got mugged,” he told me, sounding more annoyed than anything. Oh my gosh! Luckily he is fine. The group (yes, six of them) pretended to have a gun and took his cash and bank cards. Luckily they weren’t violent and they were so dumb they waited hours to make most attempts at our bank account. By that time those cards were canceled. The whole thing is very disturbing, to say the least, but I’m just glad it wasn’t a lot worse.

And here I am today, coming off a very nice day with Ella. She was in such a good mood all day. We went to the great downtown library and played with other kids and had a fun lunch at McDonalds. But the afternoon took a bad turn right after her nap. She started throwing up. And didn’t stop until about 6:30 p.m. Poor baby. She finally is asleep now and I’m praying it’s a short-lived flu — it was very quick for my nephew.

So, yeah, it was a good weekend, minus the puking and mugging.