hiccups

The boys and I made it into Utah late Monday night.  Our flight experienced every kind of imaginable delay except for de-icing.  We escaped that one.  After we had been sitting on the runway waiting to take off for 20 minutes and the captain announced it would be at least another 30, I incurred the wrath of the flight attendants by taking Sir O to the bathroom.  It wasn't worth it.  He'd already peed his pants.  (He peed them while going through security too.... )after this I put him in a pull-up, but he still had to go to the bathroom 3 more times during the flight and had diarrhea during the descent.  That was as much fun as it sounds like it was.....

Sir O is now in bed with a fever.  I am trying to help my parents get their home ready (mostly their yard actually...) for an open-house on Sunday (for my brother's mission), and I REALLY NEED TO BE STUDYING.

So, yes.  I made it to Utah.  But no, I'm not really here.  I'll really be here when I get back from my test in mid-June.  Assuming I am still intact then.  There is a possibility of me falling to pieces.

Mr Renn is on the road.  He has promised to take lots of pictures, which is more than I can say for myself.  Today he's hoping to catch a stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway - that's on his bucket list.   We miss him.          

Back to work.  No rest for the weary, sunburned, pregnant mama.