You could write a sitcom...

Everytime I try and schedule a time alone with my beloved - be it a weekend, a day, or just an evening - something comes up. Usually some form of illness (especially on the attempts to get away for more than just a couple of hours). About a year and a half ago we dropped a good chunk of change for two nights away (with the grand parents watching the kids) and she was sick as a dog! We ended up going out to eat for dinner both nights, and other than a short attempt to go out and see the sights (we were in Gettysburg, PA) we stayed in the room the entire time and watched TV. She was not even up to putting together a puzzle. Now, we are scheduling just a day out with friends watching the kids, and she is sick once more. The past three nights I have had to retreat to another room to get some sleep. She went to the doctor yesterday and was perscribed some antibiotics. I know that the medicine needs time to take hold and start pushing the yucky stuff back, but I am nervous. And to make things even more interesting we are not even on the same page as to what we want to do. When we first talked about this it was... a nice day in bed, call for delivery, just relax... then there was confusion as to when to drop kids off, when to pick them up.... do we go to see a movie? What about eating out? Didn't I (me,the writter) spend the money for this day on a dinner last week? It is furstrating trying to plan something when the parameters keep changing. Finally last night I just asked her to tell me what she wants to do and we will go with that. Updates: I need to edit my Blog list... some of the more active blogs are in the middle or bottom. Some have not been updated in months... Verse for today: Proverbs 6 : 6-11, ESV Go to the ant, O sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise. Without having any chief, officer, or ruler, she prepares her bread in summer and gathers her food in harvest. How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep? A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest, and poverty will come upon you like a robber, and want like an armed man.