When you smugly think that your household has nearly escaped winter without so much as a stuffy nose, you'll get hit. That's what happened in these here parts.
February was a bad time, health wise. Four of us suffered from the "Ultimate Body Cleanse"--I think you get the general idea of its two major symptoms--I'll spare you the details.
When that ended a flu moved in with its fevers, chills, coughing, sore throat, sinus ridiculousness and horrendous fatigue. The effects of that one hit five of us, including me. I haven't been that sick in my life. I have just now managed to get my house picked up and still haven't deep-cleaned.
And I managed to accrue a $17.80 fine at the library (which is less than a half a mile from my house).
Yes, all kinds of balls I had up in the air were dropping left and right around here. Including this blog, obviously.
Of course, it didn't help that I was in the middle of transforming the playroom into a bedroom for my two little girls when all the sickness hit. I had already been neglecting certain tasks around here to get that intense, special project done.
I'll get some pictures up in the near future (of the new room, not of our convalescence). Knock on wood, we won't be sick like that again for another 35 years.