On a Cleaner Note

First off, I'm hijacking my own Tub Time post to tell you...Y'all I was sick this Monday and I don't know why.  I slept pretty good all night Sunday night/Monday a.m., but then when my alarm went off I felt this little wave of nausea.  Now 2 things come to mind to say here:  1) No, I'm not pregnant & 2) Everyone feels nauseated when the alarm goes off on Monday morning, I know.  But it hung with me all day...bluch!  I called Jason and begged him to come home and take care of the kids.  I basically took them to preschool, somehow...SOMEHOW picked them up, and threw a McDonald's #5 (chicken nuggets/fries and I stole the Sprite) at them before curling up to die on the couch.  By the time Jason got home, which was thankfully early, I had somehow...SOMEHOW put two kids down and was letting the third wander aimlessly before the 4th came home.  Then my dear, dear sweet husband packed up the kids and took them to his mom's until bedtime!  I had a wonderful 4 hours...well, not wonderful...to myself.  Do you know how much people must take for granted to be able to be left alone when you're sick?  Before you throw up you're not thinking of say...does anyone need a diaper change first, should I strategically place toys so they won't come in while I'm on the potty for the 11 billionth time, do I need to refill a drink in case I don't come out of the bathroom for 30 minutes, or what can I let them play with/destroy that will keep them distracted and away from my germ-infested self?  No, most people get sick and lay down and that's it.  Or maybe it's just me that thinks that.
So, enough about that...On a cleaner note:

Clean as a whistle!  And hopefully, freakin' germ free!