Ding dong, the strep is gone!

I survived the weekend.

After a three hour fever-induced nap on Saturday and a big dose of Amoxicillin, I felt well enough to prepare dinner on Saturday evening.

And well enough for church on Sunday morning. But since I technically had not been on the antibiotics for 24 hours yet, I did not shake hands during the Sign of Peace.

For those of you who aren't Catholic, the Sign of Peace is the point in the Mass after the priest wishes the people the peace of Christ. Then we are supposed to shake hands and say to those around us, "Peace be with you."

I knew going in to Mass that I wasn't going to shake hands but I'm not sure whether it was too much Tylenol or not enough Amoxicillin but when the lady in front of me turned and said, "Peace be with you," I smiled and said, "Hey!" and gave a little wave.

Perhaps I should have stayed home.

Later that afternoon, we took the kids to see A Night At The Museum. Dan, Peter and I enjoyed it but after the 15 minutes of previews were finally over, Sarah leaned over to me and said, "Is the movie almost over?"

She was out of popcorn and ready to go home and the movie hadn't even started. She was a trooper though. And for the next 108 minutes, she barely whined.

Barely.

After the movie and the whining we headed to Jennifer's house for a cookout. Guess what? She had strep throat this weekend too.

People often confuse us. I'm not sure why...

Hope you had a great Memorial Day weekend. Even with the strep throat and all the rain, we had a nice time.

And last night, between bites of steak, Pioneer Woman's crashed hot potatoes and my mom's awesome baked beans, I even remembered to thank my husband and my father for their time spent serving this great country. Thanks, guys!

More of our exciting Memorial Day weekend to come later. And no, it really isn't that exciting and no, this isn't a cliff hanger. I'm just running out of time before Sarah gets out of preschool.