Yesterday afternoon my entire abdominal region went on lock down and neglected to give me a warning signal. Wait, back up. I guess if you consider the fact that I’d been cleaning up barf from the floor consistently over the past two weeks due to the stomach flu that ransacked the Catholic Kids’ little bodies, I should’ve seen it coming. Must’ve been those moms-aren’t-supposed-to-get-sick blinders that I’d been wearing while running around the house brandishing that spray bottle of Resolve carpet cleaner. (No shameless plug intended - but it does clean up barf like no other.)

I’ll skip the gory details of my past 12+ hours but will say that I was reminded of the good ‘ole days with infants and never ending poopy diapers throughout the night. Nobody sleeps during it all, then Mom & Dad walk around like zombies the next day… and I can’t even think of a well focused ending here as I blog about it.

I just love listening to the chirping of birds when spring rolls around, especially when the windows are open and a soft, fresh breeze flows through the Catholic Homestead making it smell all nice again. Only, this year the chirping is a little louder than usual, mostly due to Momma Robin’s decision to take up residence in a light fixture right outside the bathroom window. Which is fine by me, but not to a certain furry gray cat who has taken an interest in the chirpy little robin family. That would be Smokie, of course. And the whole watching-out-the-window-meowing-and-pacing business is encroaching on Smokie’s all-day sleep pattern. There goes that beauty sleep, Smokie.

Anyway, so I’ve been watching Smokie as she drives herself mad watching Momma Robin and her 2 (I think?) new babies in the light fixture nest. The best part? When the little robins aim their beaks up in the air and Momma sweeps down to feed them, as they chirp like crazy. That’s when Smokie just about loses her breakfast, a good indicator that watching the feeding ordeal is extremely exciting to her. But then I feel all bad and back away, because Momma sees us and decides to stop feeding her little ones.

No good mom in her right mind would keep a parent from feeding her babies, now would she?

As the saga continues… I’m wondering just how long Momma Robin can stand living under the watchful eye of Smokie, the ever so curious cat. We’ll just have to sit back and see what transpires. I’m sensing a standoff here.

After working on this blog all morning in my pajamas, I’m proud to report that at this very moment the ITCM blog-site is all squeaky clean again. The banner is a little too wide for my liking, but that’s a minor aesthetic issue to work out later. Catholic Hubs and I tested each and every update throughout the clean-up process, finding and removing only one minor glitch that had been causing your web browsers to report me as a mal-ware infested site. So we’re all done with that, thank goodness.

Now if you would please let me know if you experience any hang-ups while visiting this site, I’d sure appreciate it. BTW: Thanks to you friendly visitors who already offered help in troubleshooting - you’re a true blessing!

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Life has changed immensely since I’ve gone full-time as a SAHM/technology consultant, and I just love it. More than words can describe, actually. But let me share something that really kind of creeped me out when I arrived back at the Mother House to work on a computer today…

As I walked down the hall past my former office, the one with my desk and files still intact, I caught a glimpse of a high ranking employee looking through important documents that I’d saved before leaving the organization. At first, this didn’t bother me a bit. But then I started rummaging through my brain trying to remember all of what I’d left in those files, and I wondered what in the world this person wanted with the printouts left behind.

I’m sure this happens all of the time after an employee leaves an organization, but usually the former employee doesn’t get a chance to witness it personally like I did today. It was a surreal moment… kind of out-of-body-ish to be exact.

Spooky.