Jet is still at work, finishing up a big project. Alana is sleeping. And the three oldest girls, who are supposed to be going to sleep, can be heard on the baby monitor loudly singing Christmas carols and laughing at some inside sister joke I'll never know.
This past week-and-a-half has been filled with sick children. sleepless nights. and barking coughs that rattle a mom's nerves in the wee hours of the night.
Oh, and God has been working overtime to expose the ugliness of our hearts.
Let the good times roll, baby.
When my energy level returns, so will I...to the world of Blogdom.
