Half of my children are throwing up this morning. That makes four. My husband is on a plane somewhere between New Jersey and Houston. He's not landing here. I'm spraying Mrs. Meyers mixed with tea tree oil everywhere and flushing toilets like mad. I'm washing hands so much they're chapped and it's not quite 9 A.M.

And I'm blogging about it.

Why? Because someday I'll go back through the archives of this blog and I'll read this entry and I'll think "Oh, I'm so glad not to have days like that any more." And that will make me feel better right after  I've thought, "Oh I miss days like the Farm Day." At least a little better. Maybe.

Life's pretty real here today. Y'all go out and have some fun for me, too, today, okay?