Each January, I have the best intentions. It's a brand-new year and a clean slate to start covering with our memories. I have hopes to organize an area that's gotten a little too hectic, a renewed excitement for homeschooling and scheduling, and the desire to purge unnecessary items.
I had apretty lofty list of goals.
Then, we all got the flu. It is ridiculously difficult to get anything at all done when each member of your family is sick. The Christmas tree is still up, the gifts we brought home from our trip to Ohio are still in bags by the front door, the suitcase hasn't even been unloaded from the van.
Absolutely nothing has been done in several days. When I manage to get out of bed or the recliner, it's to make sure the boys' fevers are under control, their cups are refilled, and everyone has tissues. I've washed a few blankets, but we're now out of detergent. I need to get to the grocery store, I even managed to get my menus planned and grocery lists organized during some downtime in Ohio, but don't have the energy to go to the store.
So. January began with a whole lot of great ideas and expectations, yet here I sit in the living room surrounded by sick kids and blankets watching The Pink Panther on Netflix.