Everyone should have a Royal Family

After finally getting both kids through the flu, I woke up yesterday morning to a yucky tummy. Once the munchkins were installed with Daytime Mama, I wanted to turn off my phones and sleep. But, since Daddy was in trial and also had his phone off, I needed an emergency back-up plan. I called the Princess. It turned out that she and Mr. Princess were splitting the day at home with a sick child, too, so they could easily get one or both of Strider's kids if necessary. They also agreed to be on standby to pick up at the end of the day if Daddy's trial ran late.

By 2 pm, Daddy was feeling the yuck. He finished out his trial day, but they didn't finish the trial. At 5 pm, he was feverish, achey, and losing his lunch in the courthouse restroom. The Princess called him and offered not only to pick up the children, but to keep them all night so we could sleep.

It was our first night without Ace. Not the romantic escape that we would have planned had we gotten to plan it. The Princess sent regular reports via text message up until bedtime. Mr. Princess also made huge efforts, including making dinner, risotto with homemade stock and fresh veggies, and serving as a jungle gym to five children.

Both kids did well. Moolah remembered that she gets chocolate milk at the Royal Castle (she has an excellent memory for reasons to be treated). Ace had to wear the Mini Princesses old pink PJs, which caused much amusement among the troops. Mr. Princess calculated that all of the children could have biologically belonged to them and double-checked their family planning methods. Mama and Daddy slept, and racked up one huge debt to the Royal Family.