One woman's journey from living room to law school with one husband and three kids in tow.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I should have known something was wrong last night when Bubba asked to go to bed an hour before his regular bedtime. At 6:30pm, he quietly gave hugs and shuffled off to his room. In the morning, he's usually one of the first kiddos up and rarin' to go. This morning, he slept in and shooed me away when I tried to rouse him. I returned with thermometer in hand. One-oh-three. Here we go, again.