In spite of my resolve to be more consistent in my blogging activities, it always seems to get away from me for one reason or another. This week, for instance, I have been buried in the excitement of the stomach bug. Thankfully, I have not acquired it, but everyone else in the family did, and Donovan even got a double-whammy of it. Tuesday night I was holding two small trash cans for Marcail and Donovan's relief, and calling Andrew on my cell phone at the same time: "Baby, WHEN ARE YOU COMING HOME?!?" Needless to say, my washing machine has been going non-stop, I've refilled my disinfectant bottle several times, gone through many rolls of paper towels, and scrubbed the house down several times.

Nonetheless, I've enjoyed the time here at home. The business of marching to the beat of the clock has halted for the past week, since I've stayed at home since Tuesday afternoon. No rushing out the door to get to church on time, or the gym, or the store or anything. No alarm clocks. This is my silver lining, and its been refreshing in its own way. The rest of the family has been sleeping a lot as their bodies have been trying to get back to health; which has left me plenty of free time to...... nap : ) Love it.