OK. So January kind of sucked.
Stomach flu, head lice, coughs and colds, fevers and now night terrors. It’s been neat.
Last week I was broken. I hit a new low and was having a rough, rough time. I don’t feel ready to write about it just yet, but this week is so much better.
Ha! When will I learn not to boast about good health? The minute after our last holiday guest left, Steve started barfing. Then it was Avelyn’s turn, then Karenna’s, then mine.
The Little Drummer boy has been on repeat and it’s the girls’ favourite Christmas Carol.