My house is gross right now.  The combination of feeling like a Mule-trampled sicky and having not one but two kids’ toys laying scattered all over the floor has made for one messy abode and I am not ready to do anything about it yet.  I am feeling a bit better, around 65% operating capacity, which is not enough to inspire me to fold the dozen hampers of laundry than need putting away or dust the entertainment unit.  Instead, I will get caught up on my blog reading while Avelyn naps.  I am sick, I am on mat leave, and I refuse to feel guilty.