On Friday I had a great day, even considering the measly four hours of sleep Clarissa gave me the night before. I did a million loads of laundry and put it ALL away, did Mary’s piano with her, tidied the house, fed Clarissa around the clock, and continued training Ammon on how to eat at the table with everyone else. (Until Thursday he ate from his high chair.)

My mom sorted our emergency prep stuff in the garage. With all of the storms and earthquakes going on, she has kicked up preparations into high gear. She also was so helpful with the kids yesterday. When I got home with all of the kids after picking up Mary and Lydia, Mary had wet her carseat, the baby was crying, and Ammon was covered in ice cream (we stopped at Dairy Queen en route). My mom took care of Mary so I could wipe down Ammon and feed the baby. Without my mom, I would probably have to let Clarissa scream while I wiped down Ammon and showered off Mary. I am so grateful for my mom!

Abe continued to be sick, but he managed to still have a productive day at work. He actually had chest pains from all of the stress at work on top of his illness. I am starting to get concerned he is going to have a heart attack before the age of forty.