It's Sunday night. Tonight I sprained my ankle. Meagan has the flu (the yucky puking kind). The kids won't go to bed. Tucker got into the garage and found the bagels we bought at Costco today and ate four of them. I am hosting a photography workshop here at the house over the next two days and am supposed to do all sorts of stuff. How I am going to manage to do anything other than lie on the couch with my foot elevated is still a mystery. Poor Josh is feeling like this fake polygamy relationship we have with two women in the same house is maybe not such a good idea when they are both out of commission and he has to wait on us both and take care of three children and three dogs.Wish us luck.