Wednesday, May 21, 2003
my poor hubby is sick. he has a low grade fever, but is all cold and stuff. I feel bad for him, hope that he gets well soon. kayce slept with him all morning - i think that she could tell that he didn’t feel well. he’s currently watching mash and drinking OJ. hopefully i can get him all well before he has to go to work on friday. he hates his job, but we need him to work. i wish that I made enough so that he could stay home.... ::cry::
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