I think we should just give up on being grown ups and move to Narnia. Or perhaps find a time machine and go back to freshmen year and relive the best four years ever.
But since those options are pretty unrealistic, I suppose I'll go back to work on Monday with a smile for my kiddos. And spend as much time with Michael next week as possible. He leaves next Sunday for the Police Academy.
(two days later)
He leaves...if he can get over this flu. I'm kind of getting worried about him. He's had a pretty high fever, and hasn't held any food down for three days. Today, he can't even keep his medicine in. And of course, he doesn't want to be taken care of...but he can't get out of bed. Boys.
