Hello.

You might want to back away from your monitor a little. Busy Boy and Busy Girl are still sick, and, I'm trying to catch up with them.

Busy Girl's team lost the basketball finals, but, she played. For reasons still unclear to me, we ended up watching every game of the tournament, resulting in nearly 9 hours of basketball, and, some fanny fatigue, but, it was actually a lot of fun.

Oh, and, The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby had his last basketball game, and, scored 12 of their 14 points. His coach now refers to him as, "Money", but, The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby is no longer insisting we call him that at home.

However, 9 hours of basketball doesn't get the housework done, now, does it? Not sure? Well, 4 unfolded baskets of laundry? Meet the Internet. Internet? Meet my 4 unfolded baskets of laundry.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go out and buy everyone socks and underwear for tomorrow.

Anyway.

Busy Girl has been home sick for a couple of days, this is the first time we've left her home by herself. (Note to potential criminals: she's not home alone anymore)

It's gone OK, except for today when I couldn't reach her by phone, it was busy for a couple of hours, and, despite earlier evidence to the contrary, she wouldn't pick up her cell phone.

After I had about convinced myself she wasn't answering because bad guys had cut the telephone line to the house, I excused myself from the funeral, and, raced home.

Did you know a Prius can do about 80? It's my dad's car. I just told him I had no idea what happened to his MPG today, and, damn if I know where that brake smell came from.

Turned out it wasn't criminal activity at all, she had a phone off the hook. I did, however, make that trip home from the church and back in 16 minutes.

Oh, "funeral". That's right. My dad's stepmother died on Saturday.

"Your dad's stepmother?" said the Internet.

"Yes, my 97 year old step-grandmother", said Busy Mom, wondering if there's such a thing.

My grandfather remarried at the age of 79, and, from what I gathered today from my dad, he didn't really court her, I think he just called her up and asked her, and, she said yes.

Today, I recognized that I am too highly caffeinated to be in the funeral business, when I found myself thinking, "MOVE IT, ALREADY!" to the guy driving the hearse during the 35 mph procession.

On another note, there were also quite a few people who pulled over when we passed by, and, construction workers who stopped what they were doing and put their hats over their hearts.

The South is cool like that.

For those of you who just can't get enough of my suburban sports mom existence, Busy Girl's Indoor Soccer season is over tomorrow. It was going quite well, until some people's team came along.

Outdoor soccer has started, too, and, Busy Dad finds himself the head coach of Busy Boy's team. Seventeen 5th and 6th graders. More power to him. However, this fact leaves me the sole proprietor of Busy Girl's and The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby's soccer games EVERY Saturday.

Busy Girl also had volleyball tryouts yesterday. I don't know how that went, but, so far no one has noticed that we sent her to basketball, and, volleyball, but, not school. Calm down, she was much worse on Monday morning, but feeling better last night, so we let her go to volleyball.

I finally took her to the doctor earlier this evening, and, he scared me to death.

He was testing her for mono (which I knew she didn't have), but, he came back into the room, and, said, I want to talk to you about her blood work."

He sat me down in front of the results of a blood count with all kinds of abnormal stuff on it, and, went through a speech, but, it ended up he was showing me why he thought she had a viral illness.

Farging bastage. I think he thought I was going to jump him for not giving her an antibiotic, but, he had me thinking we were on an express trip to the hematologist.

And, finally (was that a sigh of relief I just heard?) Grandparent's Day at school is this week.

I hate Grandparent's Day, and, my MIL will be here all weekend.

I'm kinda glad February is almost over.