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So.... Forever

Mike was sitting beside me on the couch the other night doing his usual computer browsing stuff and casually commented, "You haven't blogged forever." This is true. However, if anyone read the last entry that my dear husband wrote for the extended family blog and that I copied and pasted on to ours so that there was a little of my dear husband's words and insight on our family blog (I know you are wondering how long I can make this run on sentence), you will see that life around these parts has been a little messy.

Last week was awful. First, we thought that Sawyer had gotten food poisoning from the turkey soup that I had made with frozen Thanksgiving turkey (which you can use for up to 4 months by the by and I was safely within that time limit). The poor kid- well, Mike gave those details. So mine hit two days later, right before I was supposed to leave for a YW activity that I was in charge of AND supposed to bring food for. Let me tell you how terrible I felt in more ways than one. Then Jane, Sadie, Ellyn, and finally Mike. I am still not caught up on laundry. Every piece of bedding, multiple sets of sheets, all the blankets that the girls drug around the house as they sprawled on one couch or another, every towel in the house, pj's, sweats, you name it. If I would have been thinking more clearly I would have put my foot down but let's just put it this way, after Ellyn did her very first of several you know whats I couldn't stand to get in the shower. I had to crawl into my bathroom, reach up and turn on the shower and wash while on all fours. Thank goodness Mike was okay at first because all I could do was lay and listen to my two oldest girls get sick, every time I moved I would be "sick" as well. Luckily, I was blessed to be able to help Ellyn. She slept in my bed all night.

I am THRILLED though, that we all got it at the same time and got it all over with in one week. It was also pretty nice all hanging out as a family with absolutely no outside obligations, and finally, it was lovely to be able to eat anything that sounded good (which was not much but did include pizza of all things, and ramen).

We are now all trying to get back into our normal routine. Sadie is especially reluctant to head back into the trenches. Mike tells me that she is just like me when I was a kid- she hates school and loves to read. It's true. Sadie has become an avid reader. This week is the read-a-thon at Sadie's school so we decided that we aren't going to watch any t.v. this week, just a movie for Ellyn or Soy here or there. Sad has been reading constantly, she was before too. Being home sick was heaven for her in many ways. I am so happy.

Wow, I just went from being wide awake to falling asleep. More will have to come later. My poor husband is on day 3 in a row of staying up till after midnight to study and get ready for finals. I miss him. Time for sleep, blog out.

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