I'm back on the couch again. This is about the fourth week in a row - from a cold to a stomach bug to my neck and now mastitis. Do you think my body is trying to tell me something?

There will be no quilting for the rest of the week. I feel like I've been hit by a bus, square on my boob. I've spent the last two days on the couch. At least I finally finished the binding on this quilt last week. Something to snuggle under while warding off the chills. It still needs a label, that's why I haven't posted about it.

In the meantime, I'm waiting for my mom to arrive. Yes, I called my mom. Yes, I feel guilty about that. But last night proved that if Hubby is tired then he can't really manage the girls and I. While the Monster is in daycare today, tomorrow she will be home and we will both struggle if he's trying to work and I'm trying to rest. Thank goodness my mom was free and willing to drive down. To be honest, I think looking after me is a break from looking after my dad! And she gets to see her youngest grandkids in the mix.

And now, Northern Exposure is about to start and I need to pretend to tidy before my mom arrives. Seriously, why do we do that? But I can at least put away the breakfast dishes and maybe clear her bed of the laundry piled on it. And of course, make sure she has a quilt to keep her warm at night.