So here are my resolutions for the new year:
1. Run 500 miles. Sounds daunting, but averages out to a little under ten miles a week: totally doable. 2. Go vegan. I KNOW. 3. Stop drinking Diet Pepsi. 4. Double my savings account. 5. Fix this stupid carpet. By…
So let me tell you how great this was.
Woke up at like seven. Or something. It was early, I know that, but not crazy. Sat straight up in bed and gasped IT’S CHRISTMAS! to Jason, then bounded out to the playroom. Downed some caffeine. Set up all the electronics–…
I swear, I’ve seen “The Muppets Christmas Carol” like fifteen times, and I’ve cried every single one of them.
Tonight was no exception. I was holding it together until the family scene, the Bless Us One and All number. EVERY TIME. Like clockwork. Elias was tucked into my side, Addie was slumbering on the far end of the couch,…
I decided to run today.
I’d call it a mistake, but it wasn’t: not even after the adrenaline wore off and my lingering sickness caught up with me. Completely worth it. Completely. Every second. I usually go out for about twenty to thirty minutes, and that’s…
I don’t even know.
This week has been a rollercoaster, seriously. Life was stupidly good on Sunday– good to the point where I felt paranoid, like NOBODY IS THIS LUCKY, SOMETHING BAD IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN. Then on Monday: something bad went down….
Sorry I’ve been so quiet over here.
The last couple weeks have been incredibly rough on me– I’m just running on fumes right now. Very little sleep. Very little food. Can’t talk without hacking. Can’t move without getting weak. The whole house is still sick, despite my…
Finally gave in and took some codeine.
Dear God. I was not prepared.
Jason has 103.5 degree fever.
He will not go to the hospital. I’m losing it over here. It’s not that I mind nursing him: I actually love taking care of sick people. That might be weird, but– I don’t know. I was born to coddle….
HANDLE YA BUSINESS, SON.
Jason just had to listen to an all-dinner rant about this; during which, at some point, his eyes began to glaze over and he was just nodding, probably less in agreement than hopes I would end the diatribe. NOD UNTIL…
Thanksgiving started out awesome.
It was, like, the best holiday, and we all went to Erin’s and had an obscenely delicious meal, and I took a camerafull of photos, and gorged until I could barely move. The kids ate just enough to gain energy…
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