OK. So I was having a momentously crappy day. DS#2's daycare called at lunchtime to let me know he had some sort of rash on his belly and back and legs. It wasn't there this morning as far I know. So I go to tell my office manager that they want me to come pick him up. She says that I have to go and get him and come back to work. I wanted to take him to a doctor. "well you work for one." ush: He's not a pediatrician (I won't saw what kind but not my first choice to take a kid with a rash). Fine. I can't lose this job until I find another one back home (another crappy thing- I haven't heard anything back from my interview yet and now I am really starting to worry ). Finally the day is over (and DS#2's rash looks like it's fading but I'll have to see in the morning what it looks like). I cry and cry on the way home because I really don't know how I am going to get through all of this. The little bit I talked to DH on the way to pick up DS#1 from afterschool program made me worry even more because he's hurting a lot. I get home and in the mail is a card from... Wander! Thank you SO much. You don't even know how much this made my day. You are so sweet. There was a nice card and as Wander put it, "a little bit of retail therapy": a pink flower cell lanyard. I cannot believe how you and Voodoo and so many other people have reached out to me and we've never even met IRL. THANK YOU!