Mitch was home with the virus this week, but hopefully we've kicked that bitch to the curb. My routine was all messed up by having Daddy stay home. The girls were delighted to watch dick flicks* with him and take naps when the mood struck them, insuring that they'd be up late into the night while he retired early. Inappropriate tv, dragging all their toys around to be in whatever room he was befouling with his germs, and ignoring my attempts to give them wholesome snacks or play outside. Glad you're feeling better and back at work, darling.

*I got this term from my new favorite website: http://www.urbandictionary.com/ where I learned that while he was sick, Mitch probably felt like a 'bag of smashed assholes'.