I just read Julia's blog post telling all the stuff they've been working on lately. I'm impressed. I, on the other hand, will be telling you all the stuff we've NOT been working on...well, rather, why we haven't gotten anything accomplished lately...

So, Casa de Pitchford is not a place you want to be lately. It all started a couple weeks ago when everyone managed to get a cold. Seems harmless enough, and it was for the most part, except for the constant flow of snot from Taryn's nose, and the constant congestion in Cole's. It was booger heaven here...or maybe hell.

Then, two Saturdays ago, Trey was running through the street in the middle of the night (don't ask) and stepped in a hole. When I saw him he was lying on the ground in front of our neighbor's house, and I thought he was trying to be seductive or something (he is strange like that). Nope, he had sprained his ankle. Within minutes it was swollen to the size of a grapefruit and bruised. We suffered through the weekend, and took him to the dr. on Monday. He was told to keep off of it for a couple of days and he'd be fine, or so we thought...

Jump to this week. Cole is still congested, although Taryn is not a snot faucet anymore, thankfully. Trey, however, is still swollen and bruised, with the bruising moving up his leg and down to his toes. Not supposed to happen. He went back to the dr. Monday, and is now scheduled for an MRI tomorrow, and has a splint on his leg. He is in constant pain, and can do very little that involves any movement. Oh, and I forgot to mention that it seems that little Cole managed to find himself a stomach virus last week which thus made him not eat and spit up/puke all the time, mixed with a variety of new cries we hadn't heard before. When I work, which is every night but Saturday this week, I have to find somewhere to send Cole, b/c Trey can't handle all three of them since he can't walk.

So, yesterday, Cole finally started to eat again, and boy was he hungry! He's sucked down every bottle he's gotten, and always seems like he wants more (till you make more, that is...). Naturally, then, I would go to work comfortable in the fact that my baby was not sick and Trey could handle the two kids he had. When I got the call that Taryn was puking her brains out, I was completely unprepared, and definitely not up for the task. She proceeded to puke about five times last night, all on Trey's watch, and once again this morning (so far) all over me. Trey was also so kind as to call and let me know that he will be coming home from work soon (his first day back since his last attempt last Friday that wasn't so successful), as he has been puking since he woke up this morning. Thankfully, though, we're all done with the colds...

That, my friend, is why I haven't taught my kids anything in a while. Nor have I worked on home economics such as laundry, dishes, etc. As much as I'd love to see you, please don't come over, as I think it'd be harmful to your health. I pray that DSS doesn't come to visit (why would they, but you never know!), b/c they will find a sick, dirty house. Alright, it's really not that bad, but...

So I hope you're having a wonderful week, and I will be back when I find another spare second.

PS-Did I mention that leather couches are the BEST? I'll let you figure that one out...