Yesterday it was 105. One Hundred and Five. Damn!
I was seriously going to try cooking an egg on the street, but I was too busy running around with the kids to give it a try. Poor Max had a football practice yesterday 5:30 - 6:30. I left him there with a huge thermos thing full of ice water. I took Emma and Joey to the store and when we got back to pick him up, Max was still very chipper.
But he didn't want to eat, and by bedtime was nice and feverish. So he is sleeping in this morning. Poor fella'.
My big goal for the week is to get ready for Joey's party on Friday. Today is shot because of being nurse-mom, so that leaves Wednesday and Thurday to get down to business. Pressure is good, eh?
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