Random Sampler

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.

Tonight I put off the deed until dinner time.  Because I have been reporting daily to my husband, he had my back, and enlisted the help of the teenage omelet maker; the two of them whipped up dinner while I cleaned.
Check out my meal!

 It was GOOD.  And it was so liberating just to show up for dinner.

Here's what I was able to finish while the troops were covering kitchen duty. 

Not perfect, but the flashlights are all working, the pens and pencils have stopped breeding in there (for now), our recycle container is almost full, and the trash was just collected yesterday.

Chug-a-lug!