It had been a long week. Eric had worked late into each evening battling a difficult project. In midst of managing school, house, and activities during his absence, I was hit with a bad cold. By the time Friday rolled around I was physically and emotionally exhausted, but ready to face the weekend. But then Saturday began at 4 am when I woke up to a raging headache that left me fighting waves of nausea. In an unusual turn of events, Eric had to go to work for the day. Stitch had a basketball game at 8:30. We piled into the van.
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