help is on the way...

During our trip to San Angelo it seems I contaminated my babysitting pool with Caleb's cooty bugs. Beth woke up to nausea and vomiting and Grumpa Ric wasn't feeling too hot either. Curse the luck!

In the meantime, I've been limping along getting done what I can get done...which isn't much because I find myself cleaning up the same areas three and four times a day. When I'm not repeat cleaning, I'm repeat yelling at the boys: pick up; stop fighting; don't bite; don't push; don't call your brother that; put your clothes back on; don't take your diaper off by yourself if it has poop in it; etcetera. Did you know when a child in the throws of the terrible twos enters a room, all other children, regardless of age, instantly regress back to their own terrible twos? Believe me, it happens, I'm living it daily right now. I should totally strike that entire sentence right now for fear that my mom will read it and decide that she can't make the trip tomorrow morning. I won't though, because so far today has run pretty smoothly. Granted, it is only 10:30 in the morning, but stranger things than a full day of no bickering, biting and crying have happened before. Plus, Lynn will be home all weekend too and can take the boys out, far, far away for the day.

My brain is so jumbled right now! I need a list. I'm going to go make a list. I'll be back later...made a new necklace last night...garnets and pearls with one of my pendants.