If You Can't Say Something Nice...

Well, I'm finding it hard to right now. There have been no posts of Cassie's birthday (or anything else) because I still cannot seem to get photos to cooperate with Blogger on my laptop. The "big" computer downstairs is down for the count and will not be resurrected until after Tax Season...

Ah, Tax Season. Extended until April 18th this year, just for added fun. Sixteen hour days, seven days a week for poor Brandon - very, very little time with children. And now he has an awful cold...

Which he got from the children. Ted came home with it on Thursday and it's spread to everyone but me. I literally wake up every morning expecting to have it, but as of yet, I'm the only one spared this week...

Oh, this week. Ted's first Spring Break. Ten days of play dates, new art projects, a worm hunt, trips to the store and library... I was prepared. I had a plan. Yeah, not so much when someone is constantly needing a nose wiped/dose of fever reducer/cup of juice/hand to vomit into. But for one hour on Sunday, I have not left the house in a week. And no, taking the dog and the trash out doesn't count. I actually took advantage of a brief lull in the sicky storm this evening to go weed my front garden so the yard waste could be picked up tomorrow. And - naturally - the sun that had been out all day chose those twenty minutes to hide behind some nice, full rain clouds. So I got wet. And muddy.

And I didn't care because it was probably the highlight of my week.