Yesterday was crazy.

Claire woke in the middle of the night with stomach pain and a fever. We sat by the toilet with her for a while, but nothing came of it. The next morning all she complained of was snot and coughing. I went to measure out medicine for her fever and her cough and while I was doing that she threw up on the couch.
So the rest of the day I spent trying to keep Claire separated from Kate and Riley, without just watching cartoons all day. That was hard. By 4 in the afternoon I didn't have the energy to keep it up. I realized I couldn't keep them separated for the duration of the sickness. Keeping Riley and Kate on playdough while I work a puzzle with Claire lasts 20 minutes, maybe. In between separate baths and other separate kid projects I disinfected all door knobs and surfaces, washed our tooth brushes and cleaned all the sheets. Vomit just freaks me out. I want to stop it at kid #1 if I can help it.
By the evening Claire was hungry so we gave her dinner. That worked out well. Today she has no fever and is back to normal. I'm just waiting to see if all my keeping the sick separated from the non-sick was done well enough.

Yesterday was the perfect day for Nathan to work late (sarcasm). But these things can't be helped. By the time he came in the door I needed to go to the grocery store. Definitely without kids. So I had a peaceful shopping experience and was headed to the car, which I had to park out kind of far. When I'm alone in a parking lot and it's dark, I always take a good look around, get my keys placed between my fingers to form a good weapon, and walk confidently.
Just as my gut presumed, a dark figure came out from behind a building at the end of the parking lot. By his distance I could tell he started his aproach as soon as I reached my car. My groceries were only half loaded into the car and I knew I couldn't finish before he reached me. I thought, "I could assume he's coming to get me and just start running now, and either risk looking like an idiot or possibly save my purse/life." I guess looking like an idiot sounded worse to me, so I didn't run. I kept unloading my groceries. He was 15 yards away and yelled out to me to give him some money. I wasn't as scared as I think I should've been. There wasn't another soul in the parking lot at this time. I told him I didn't carry cash and gave him a look that said "back off." I'm sure he was frightened.
Since Ange and I were young we were pretty confident we could beat up any man who tried to hurt us. I think that childish, yet ignorant confidence is still in me.
All the sudden the guy turned and went the other direction. I though he must have been scared away by my stern look. haha. I turned to survey the rest of the parking lot and saw that a really big guy had just gotten out of his truck right behind me. I thanked the Lord for the really big guy and jumped in my car. In the moment I wasn't traumatized, but by the time I got home I couldn't finish putting the groceries away before I was like, "Nathan *boo hoo* you need to hug me!"