Just when you *hope* the bug has flown, number two goes down.
Now my thoughts switch from "this'll pass..." to "...how many of the seven of us are going to get this?"
Instead of going to bed, I'm throwing another load of laundry in, and checking the gingerale-apple juice-saltine stockpile.
On a healthier note,
I'm on a 30-day mission to de-clutter and make an attempt at reigning in a bit of organization in my crazy house. Yesterday's feeble attempt went to my plastics cupboard and drawers. The "Tub-O-Ware" closet, as it is affectionately referred to by some. I even fixed the shelf! Didn't want to, but BAM! I did.
Check out my meal!
show up for dinner.
Here's what I was able to finish while the troops were covering kitchen duty.