I’m back from a fun weekend in Nashville with some fave pals.

I know I should be grateful for having such fabulous adventures back-to-back, but instead I’m brattily feeling sort of blah about my real life.

Not two hours after I got home, Shef woke up sick, and now he has a fever and red eyes and a scratchy throat. I’ll admit that I sent him to school dosed on Tylenol this morning and hoped he’d make it through the day; but tomorrow, I’m simply going to have to stay home. It’s the only acceptable option.