We've gotten a lot of those glowing Christmas letters where families lives are perfect.
Our life is ... well, it is just quirky.
Our older kids have gotten in to a bad habit of coming in for late night chats around 11:30 - just as we are falling asleep. This happened last night - and the teenager left around 12:30.
Then I woke up at 6 a.m. - against my will. The eczema on my hands was killing me - I must have ate something that is verbotten yesterday. I could feel my cold was now in full force and my sensitive stomach was being sensitive. (I'll let you read into that). I had to get some routine blood tests done so got up & did it. I was very fortunate not to slip on black ice. I then went to the post office & faxed something to Revenue Canada they asked for in November. I also had to courier a form to our insurance company that is due tomorrow - batting my eyelashes at the postman to RUSH it.
By 10 a.m. I was exhausted. I read the Bible to the boys & asked them to do some printing work - realizing this was necessary when Matt signed his name on his health card as Matt Adardanel. Hmm. Should I mention that he is 12 this month? I went to register them for swimming lessons which I thought started in two weeks but actually start this week. The class I wanted was full. I then went to lie in my bed when Sam called me.
He was in his bed crying, complaining that he couldn't print. He was holding up a sign that said,
"I don't deserve to live."
It was VERY neatly printed.
Lest you feel sorry for me I anticipated the full force of the cold & cooked all day yesterday. I think I can get through the next few days heating up things in the microwave.
Hurrah. Life isn't really that bad.