Sick Days & Kids

We just got over an episode of the plague in my house. Okay, not literally the plague. It was one of those dreaded illness that starts with one family member, spreads to another until it hits everyone and then somehow mutates until starts all over.  Good times.

Sometimes Something Has Got To Give

Someone came to my house last week unexpectedly. As she stood in the hall, I cringed. She had a clear view of the overflowing boxes that are part of a playroom reorganization project I never finished, the toys spread across both the living room floor and the havoc in my home office. I said what I always do when faced with messy home guilt.

"Sorry, it is so messy. I've been very busy this week and am in the middle of reorganizing."