Don't Want U Back For the Weekend

So, what happened this weekend was Shef and I and Claire the babysitter got the stomach flu from Mac.

I graded a total of three papers.

Cupcake came over and babysat for an hour and a half until Shef started ralphing and then she beat a hasty retreat. I don't blame her.

I scoured the fouled bathrooms (which had been professionally cleaned on Friday) to prepare for the showing and open house today.

I took the kids over to my mom's house to accommodate the real estate obligations. My mom beat a hasty retreat. Not that I blame her.

Finally, we're feeling a bit better. Shef insists he'll be able to go back to school tomorrow. We'll see. If he goes back, then I will too. How will I get all the papers graded and the grades recorded by Wednesday and begin two new lit units on Tuesday? I have no idea, but as we know, I'll get it done somehow. Claire probably won't be coming back to help any time soon. The series of text messages I got from her today sounded pretty grim.