We decided that it would be fun to take the girls down to St. Louis this fall for a mini family vacation. A few months ago, we picked this week-end as the perfect time for a trip. Zach knew it would be a less busy week at work, and we assumed the weather would be beautiful. Zach took today off work so we could have a nice long week-end away. Staley has been excitedly talking about going to the zoo for the past week, discussing in detail everything she would like to see and do. (For the record, she wanted to ride the train first.) We were all set to go until...
Staley got sick. A fever, a headache, fatigue, and lots of tears. Instead of spending an almost perfect fall day at the St. Louis Zoo, our day looked more like this...
Watching TV on the couch is the only perk of being sick.
I know there are lots of viruses going around. Staley could have gotten something at the baby-sitters or from Sunday School. Zach or I could have brought something home from work. There's no conclusive way to know where the illness came from, but I don't blame the germs. I blame the curse.
