<p><em>sigh</em></p>
<p>Hi y’all~</p>
<p>Well, here it is…the weekend my daughter has been waiting for all year. SENIOR PROM! Great, right??? NOT.</p>
<p>It’s April 13th, and I’m looking out the window to see what? Not the 70-degree days of LAST WEEK. Nope. Try SNOW. In APRIL. In KANSAS. Virtually unheard of.</p>
<p>On Tuesday, my daughter got sick with the flu. The WINTER kind of flu. The flu that comes with fever, chills, body aches, respiratory crud, etc. THAT flu. And guess what??? She’s STILL SICK and hacking all over the place. And Prom’s tomorrow night. NO WAY will she be well by then… :(</p>
<p>Can it get any worse? Yep. My college son, who has been in a 2.5 year relationship with his gf who is a h.s. senior and best friend of my D, was to fly in for prom tonight. We decided to splurge for this…to bring him home for the weekend for Senior Prom as it meant a great deal to his gf. Well, he was supposed to fly through DFW, and the weather there is atrocious. Storms, tornadoes, strong winds, baseball-sized hail. His flight was delayed, and as they were calling it to board, his daddy and I got cold feet and told him NOT to do it. Chances are, even if the plane was able to land safely at DFW (which was highly questionable, at least to US), he would most likely have missed the connecting flight. I feel wretched…and SO guilty. HE wanted to come, his GF wanted him to come, but we could not bring ourselves to have him fly into the storm systems that are hovering in the midwest right now and put this dance above our better judgment and his safety. But I still feel just awful. :(</p>
<p>So, now the gorgeous dress that I splurged on for my D sits waiting to get dragged through the muddy slush that will cover the ground by tomorrow, my son’s gf’s gorgeous dress sits waiting for…for no one special to see. And my daughter will have to carry cough drops and Kleenexes tucked into her little handbag, along with her little mirror and lipstick.</p>
<p>These girls waited and waited and waited for Prom. Whispered and giggled and planned and shopped. Nothing was left to chance. Nothing, except unpredictable spring weather and a host of germs.</p>
<p>Sympathy welcomed…and appreciated.</p>
<p>~berurah</p>