Let my people go

Zander did a smacktabulous job babysitting. Bamm-Bamm is feeling much better. And I did, in fact, remember to put the advent calendar on the top of the pile, so that's already up.

This was supposed to be a weekend off for me. But Dick called me yesterday to tell me that NoseRingGirl, his live-in fiancee (they've been engaged for three years), was feverish and puking. We decided that perhaps it wasn't in Bamm-Bamm's interests to be around more germs, especially puking germs. Dick insists that he, personally, will be fine, because he had a flu shot. Um...you know that the flu shot isn't for...nah, why bother to tell him? He'll figure it out.

So, rather than spend the weekend blissfully encouched at Zander's, I am, for the third weekend in four, at home with my children.

Pray for them.