We're home.  No Memphis.  My dad called right as we were pulling into the mall to have Spencer fitted for his tux and cancelled.  Luckily, we didn't have to drive even a mile further than necessary, which was good.  Barb called him in tears this morning because she could barely get out of bed and her arms were tingly.  He said she's been weirdly sick all week, been to the doctor almost everyday.  So he booked a flight to AZ and is probably on his way to the airport right now.  Hence, we aren't going to Memphis.

My mom met us in at the mall.  She needed to go there for some reason anyway, so when I told her we were going to be there this morning, she coordinated to be there.  We went to the toy store and had a quick lunch together, so that was nice also.  I offered to let Spencer ride the carrousel in the food court, but he didn't want to.

I guess I didn't realize how much I was looking forward to going.  I'm pretty disappointed.  I took the kids to a park with a splash pad just to avoid coming home right away.  Now that we are home, I get to unpack everything and clean up the house.  As usual.  I'm so sick of the same ole, same ole.  I just didn't realize it.  Ironically, if we had made it to Memphis, I probably would have gotten the change of scenery I needed without even realizing I needed it.  Bummer.  Oh well.

I've got a house to clean...