Just in time for midnight to roll around for the last time in 2017, it hit, the stomach flu. Dad is down for the count, the youngest is, well, poopy and two are still hanging in there. Today was to be the undoing of the holidays. No more tree, no more mess, no more dust, I can actually dust! Needless to say that isn’t happening. A very tired Mom is entertaining one and nursing two. Somewhere out there I’m hoping there’s some old adage about the New Year starting like a lion and morphing into a gentle lamb. Eek! I managed to get bread made, preparedness for the rest should I too be bedridden. Happiest of New Years to everyone, no matter how insane.