Ring around the rosie,
A pocket full of posies,
Ashes! Ashes!
We all fall down!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Pulling Up
"I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing."
~Agatha Christie
Step 1: Take a shower.
Step 2: Make an appointment for a cut and color. (I did say I wanted to be a blonde again, right?)
Step 3: Throw disappointments out the window. All of them. Especially the disappointments about people. I am not perfect, and neither is anyone else.
Step 4: Breathe.
~Agatha Christie
Step 1: Take a shower.
Step 2: Make an appointment for a cut and color. (I did say I wanted to be a blonde again, right?)
Step 3: Throw disappointments out the window. All of them. Especially the disappointments about people. I am not perfect, and neither is anyone else.
Step 4: Breathe.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
A Christmas Sob Story
I think I'm in HELL.
Those of you who read my other blog might have read this recent post. It was all about how excited I was for Christmas, how it's my favorite time of year, how it's so magical through the eyes of a child.
Yeah.
We picked up Miles from daycare on Wednesday (Christmas Eve Eve) only to learn that 3 kids were out sick with the stomach flu.
Crap.
One hour later Miles threw up.
Crap.
Christmas Eve Day he seemed fine. We all seemed ok, except that I was getting a nasty cold (that Miles already had). I thought we were in the clear.
Christmas Eve: I felt fine at church, then somewhere in the 10 minute drive to my parents' house for Christmas dinner I started to feel really sick. I hardly ate anything (which I was grateful for later). Halfway through the gift opening I waived the white flag. I knew I was not well, so we went home.
To make a long story short, I spent more time hugging porcelain than hugging my family members this Christmas and I am NOT ok with that.
Christmas Day was even more fun because Grant hopped on the stomach flu train. He called my mom and she immediately came over and whisked Miles away. THANK GOD. We were both so weak and sick...it was not pretty.
And to top it all off I also have this raging cold with the super bad cough, sinus pain and all. And Miles has decided to be a HUGE pill today and basically cry and scream about everything. EVERYTHING. My parents said he was an angel for them: he never once cried or whined about anything, slept 12 hours straight, took a 3 1/2 hour nap, was happy and playing so nice the entire time. Then he comes home to us and is a totally different kid: he hits us, throw his toys, cries about everything and wakes up crying at 5:30 a.m. WTF.
Now my entire extended family is sick. My nephews, my aunt, my mom...and the rest are to follow.
Merry Christmas to us.
I am not going to start my gratitude journal until this is all over. As you can tell, I am a little bitter about all of this. Christmas cannot be recreated because my parents are snowbirds and are supposed to leave for Arizona tomorrow or Tuesday. Or whenever they are well enough to travel.
Generally I would not be so negative about all of this. I would just say such is life and roll with it. Being sick happens. But it ruined our Christmas. And because of that I am just so so so sad. Yes, this too shall pass. It could be worse. Blah blah blah. I know, I know. But for right now I am allowing myself to mourn this magical holiday that didn't happen for us.
You really learn who your friends are when you are having a rough time of it. The notes and emails from friends who were checking in with us these past few days have been really wonderful. Somehow just knowing there were good thoughts coming our way helped us tremendously. AND this has made me appreciate, once again, what a wonderful family we have. My parents didn't even think twice about helping us out, even though they knew they were exposing themselves to possible illness. That's love, I tell ya.
The next post will hopefully be much less Debbie Downer and way more Pollyanna Sunshine. Here's hoping...
Those of you who read my other blog might have read this recent post. It was all about how excited I was for Christmas, how it's my favorite time of year, how it's so magical through the eyes of a child.
Yeah.
We picked up Miles from daycare on Wednesday (Christmas Eve Eve) only to learn that 3 kids were out sick with the stomach flu.
Crap.
One hour later Miles threw up.
Crap.
Christmas Eve Day he seemed fine. We all seemed ok, except that I was getting a nasty cold (that Miles already had). I thought we were in the clear.
Christmas Eve: I felt fine at church, then somewhere in the 10 minute drive to my parents' house for Christmas dinner I started to feel really sick. I hardly ate anything (which I was grateful for later). Halfway through the gift opening I waived the white flag. I knew I was not well, so we went home.
To make a long story short, I spent more time hugging porcelain than hugging my family members this Christmas and I am NOT ok with that.
Christmas Day was even more fun because Grant hopped on the stomach flu train. He called my mom and she immediately came over and whisked Miles away. THANK GOD. We were both so weak and sick...it was not pretty.
And to top it all off I also have this raging cold with the super bad cough, sinus pain and all. And Miles has decided to be a HUGE pill today and basically cry and scream about everything. EVERYTHING. My parents said he was an angel for them: he never once cried or whined about anything, slept 12 hours straight, took a 3 1/2 hour nap, was happy and playing so nice the entire time. Then he comes home to us and is a totally different kid: he hits us, throw his toys, cries about everything and wakes up crying at 5:30 a.m. WTF.
Now my entire extended family is sick. My nephews, my aunt, my mom...and the rest are to follow.
Merry Christmas to us.
I am not going to start my gratitude journal until this is all over. As you can tell, I am a little bitter about all of this. Christmas cannot be recreated because my parents are snowbirds and are supposed to leave for Arizona tomorrow or Tuesday. Or whenever they are well enough to travel.
Generally I would not be so negative about all of this. I would just say such is life and roll with it. Being sick happens. But it ruined our Christmas. And because of that I am just so so so sad. Yes, this too shall pass. It could be worse. Blah blah blah. I know, I know. But for right now I am allowing myself to mourn this magical holiday that didn't happen for us.
You really learn who your friends are when you are having a rough time of it. The notes and emails from friends who were checking in with us these past few days have been really wonderful. Somehow just knowing there were good thoughts coming our way helped us tremendously. AND this has made me appreciate, once again, what a wonderful family we have. My parents didn't even think twice about helping us out, even though they knew they were exposing themselves to possible illness. That's love, I tell ya.
The next post will hopefully be much less Debbie Downer and way more Pollyanna Sunshine. Here's hoping...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Let the Truth Be Told, On Tuesday
Truth? For Today?
Today I feel frumpy. And dumpy. And lumpy.
I wish I would get carded once in a while but all my gray hair gives me away, I think. Or is it that haggard, tired look that I wear most days that does it?
Today I feel frumpy. And dumpy. And lumpy.
I wish I would get carded once in a while but all my gray hair gives me away, I think. Or is it that haggard, tired look that I wear most days that does it?
New Year's Resolution #152: Get my @ss to the gym.
And I want to be a blonde again. I really do think they have more fun ;)
How's that for some Christmas spirit?? ha.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Let the Gratitude Begin
It's here! It's beautiful. I love it.
(And, wow, was that ever fast, Elissa!)
Thursday, December 17, 2009
I Won! And I'm So Grateful I Did.
I won something. Yep, I actually WON something. Happy day!
My new friend Elissa Elliott (talented author, captivating blogger, adoptive mom) had a little giveaway on her blog for two Gratitude Journals. And I am the lucky winner of one of those journals! Talk about gratitude!!! What a wonderful gift. Thank you, Elissa. I am grateful for you.
You will be hearing more about Elissa on All of the Above because, as I mentioned, she is a fabulous author. Her book is called Eve (coming out in paperback Dec. 29!) and she has graciously agreed to come to our February bookclub to talk about it! Again, SO grateful. It is sure to be a great discussion and I am really looking forward to it. I am in the middle of her book am loving it. Novelists have a gift that I certainly don't possess: a good novelist like Elissa can transport you to a different time and place...fully, completely. She does it with ease. I won't give my full book report here yet, but stay tuned!
Here is a New Year's Resolution: I resolve to write down 5 things that I am grateful for every day in my new journal. The first will be gratitude for the journal itself. Truly the gift that will keep on giving.
Anyone else want to start a gratitude journal with me?
My new friend Elissa Elliott (talented author, captivating blogger, adoptive mom) had a little giveaway on her blog for two Gratitude Journals. And I am the lucky winner of one of those journals! Talk about gratitude!!! What a wonderful gift. Thank you, Elissa. I am grateful for you.
You will be hearing more about Elissa on All of the Above because, as I mentioned, she is a fabulous author. Her book is called Eve (coming out in paperback Dec. 29!) and she has graciously agreed to come to our February bookclub to talk about it! Again, SO grateful. It is sure to be a great discussion and I am really looking forward to it. I am in the middle of her book am loving it. Novelists have a gift that I certainly don't possess: a good novelist like Elissa can transport you to a different time and place...fully, completely. She does it with ease. I won't give my full book report here yet, but stay tuned!
Here is a New Year's Resolution: I resolve to write down 5 things that I am grateful for every day in my new journal. The first will be gratitude for the journal itself. Truly the gift that will keep on giving.
Anyone else want to start a gratitude journal with me?
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