It's a Praty!

Several years ago we had a little Jordan Vacation to the lake. Sometime during that week, my dear, sweet, hilarious cousin Shelby {who was 8 at the time and is 22 now...I think} made a banner. The banner read "It's a Praty!" That has kind of become our family motto. And if you know the Jordans, it fits.
Welcome to my pity praty. I actually think I should just change the friggin blog name! I feel like all I ever blog about is the horrible circumstances of my life. Before I go on, I do realize I am BLESSED and people have it so much worse than me. But the way you feel about your own circumstances is relative, right? Some people might say I don't know stress. Perhaps. But this seems stressful to me.
Anyway...Mason has the flu. He was going downhill all weekend and by Sunday night/ Monday morning I knew we were headed to the dr. They confirmed flu so it's been a pretty crazy week trying to juggle work responsibilities and two kids. Brandon left Monday at 7 am and won't be back until this evening. I have had a lot going on at work because we are preparing for a federal review the last week of October {happens every three years and all of our funding depends on it. Big DILL.} Ellie woke up this morning with sniffles and a cough. {I was actually just SURE she had a mild case of the flu two weeks ago!} Thank the good Lord for my parents.
Mason seems to be improving and I am just hoping Ellie will be ok. And really not {only} because I don't know who will take care of her next week, but because I just hate having sick kids. They are so pitiful!
Have I mentioned that I have a nervous breakdown scheduled for sometime before November 1? Seriously people. Sick babies, ENORMOUS pressure at work, 90 calls/ decisions a day about the house {not to mention that after a couple of good weeks of progress they didn't hit a lick at a stick this week!}...November 1 cannot come soon enough.