Considering my house has sneezed in every room and corner possible, the book is long from being even half-done, the baby is not napping (or apparently close), I have a lot to accomplish today. So the plan is to do it. All of it. Every nook and cranny must be organized and cleaned. Every cheerio picked up off the floor (yes, the house sneezed that badly). All the diapers washed and hung out in the sun to dry. The pictures finally hung on the walls. The pile of papers stacked and shoved to the side for Jim to sift through (I refuse). The clothes washed, dried, and--gasp--put away neatly in their drawers.
Then, when the house is comfortable and unsickly, I will be able to breathe calmly and write.
If Henry allows it. He is, after all, the Demanding One now that his big sister is at preschool all day.
If only he'd take a NAP! Shhh. Go to sleep, baby, go to sleep. You're so very, very tired.