Wow. It's so great to be home.

We got home from our vacation last night at about 6:00 p.m. We unloaded everything into the mudroom, where it all still sits. I did put away all of the refrigerated food items, but that's about it. We just lazed around the rest of the evening, getting caught up on Sister Wives episodes.

Kyndal arrived to spend the evening with us before she left for church camp this morning. Antonio went home, and Dawson disappeared into his Nerd Cave.

We were all ready to sleep in our own beds.

And then at 6:30 a.m. this morning, Brynne came into our room crying that her neck hurt, like really bad. She was running a fever of 102*. She had that really sick look in her eyes. And she scared me to death. (She's had cold for the past week.) My greatest fear is meningitis.

Rick woke up with a severe case of the chills, too, after his really fun week with a pulled back.

I dropped Kyndal off at the church at 7:30 a.m., and then took Brynne to Urgent Care. Thankfully it's not meningitis. But, she has a staph infection from a sore in her nose, extremely swollen lymph nodes, and strep throat. She and I went to get her prescriptions filled, and then went to pick the little dogs up from their boarding vacation at the vet. With shots and everything, that bill wasn't pretty.

After they mauled me to death all the way home, we arrived to find Rick sick in bed. We walked in the door and one of the dogs immediately puked in the middle of the floor.

And the suitcases are staring at me in the mudroom.

And it's only going to be 104* today.

I need a vacation.