You know how you can usually tell how a person's day is going just by looking at their face? Forget my face...you can read my week by looking at my shirt.

People, black cotton is an amazing canvas for six-month-old snot. (That would be snot FROM a six-month-old, as opposed to snot that has lived on my shirt for six months. I'm behind in my housecleaning, but not THAT behind.)

My children are sick. All five of them. It started with Caleb, who has been sick for almost a week now. He didn't get bad, though, until Sunday. He literally spent that entire day sleeping, only waking up a few times to pee and get a drink. The next day wasn't a whole lot better, but today was looking up. Which means he's getting better just in time for me to have to deal with the others, who are getting worse. Noah and Wyatt aren't too bad yet. Noah has had a headache and stuffy nose. Wyatt is nauseous and hacking. But the little ones? Ahhh...

Eli has that horrible barking seal cough going on. And when it gets going, it is so bad that he wheezes when he tries to breath in between coughs. Violet has the bark, too, but not nearly as bad. She, however, is spraying germs on me at every opportunity. If I don't get sick, it will be a miracle. Seriously. My face is covered in droplets of baby spit that have accumulated throughout the day. And that black cotton shirt I wore all day? Well, let's just say that I almost never got to the tissue box in time.

So if things seem a little quiet for a few days, you'll know where I am. I have been working on an article that I really want to post that addressess Heidi Montag's plastic surgery, Mauritanian women, celebrity pregnancies, and Meghan McCain's boobs. I figure the fact that I can tie them all together probably means I'm brilliant. Or slightly schizophrenic. That's always a possibility.

In the meantime,  I'm digging in my heals and bracing for quite the battle with the nasties.  I have pillows, blankets, and A LOT of hand sanitizer. Oh, and my kids all know how to make their own barf buckets.

I think we'll survive.