Most every weekend in February was spoken for, and the ones that weren't were overtaken by the pestilence.

There were also three short weeks of school in a row for Shef, two planned and one caused by the aforementioned pestilence.

As a result, I veered off of the FlyLady system of home management, and we were briefly engulfed by CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome).

I have also suffered from WBGIAOOMSS (Winter Better Get Its Ass Out Of My Sh*$ Syndrome). I find this to be a paralyzing, yet untreatable condition that causes increased use of profanity and a lack of desire to live.

I mean, I DO want to live. But I want to live in Santa Barbara. I've heard it's nice there.