This week has been one heck of a whirlwind. Pun definitely intended. Isabel has been messing with us since early this morning. We’ve had spotty power loss and a few fallen limbs, but thankfully that has been the extent of our damage. I am such a bad weather wimp… and happened to marry a guy who aspires to be a storm chaser. This creates all sorts of lovely marital discussions in the middle of a stormy night. While I was fully convinced that we were all going to die from fallen trees, Matt probably would have been thrilled to sleep outside in the rain and wind.

Aside from the weather, three-quarters of our clan came down with a miserable stomach bug this week. Carson fell ill first followed by Matt and then me. I’m totally not shocked that tough little Mary Grace was the only one to escape the nastiness. The few hours I spent sick and alone with the kids were among the hardest hours of my mothering thus far. Even PBS Kids could not save me at a time like that. Thankfully, we’re all healthy and back in action.

And the whirlwind presses on. Next week marks the kids’ first two days at school. Where they will stay all. day. long. two days a week. We had open house last night and met their teachers, and I couldn’t be more thrilled about the school we chose. However… I would be lying through my teeth if I didn’t admit that I am freaking out a tad about this. And am struggling with a heavy dose of maternal guilt. Be watching next week for a (hopefully upbeat) update!