My kiddos will not be going to the in-laws tonight. Turns out, when one of your children wakes you up in the middle of the night after vomiting on every bed linen he owns, you don't feel comfortable letting him spend the next night somewhere else.

Not even when he wakes up bright and early and behaves as though he is the healthiest child in the world.

Not even when you have to chain yourself to the washing machine all day.

Not even when you have a deadline to knit a sweater for your mother in four days.

At least now I know I have a conscience.

What I Made:

A big pile of clean laundry. I'll spare you the photo.