I'm tired, so very tired. I blame December. I blame winter. I blame asthma, bronchiolitis, and ADHD.
Poor, poor Corbin had a brutal two month check up. He has bronchiolitis, torticollis, reflux, and his little tummy hurts a lot. He's been a really fussy baby, but I would be too if I had to deal with all of that. I'm over him coughing up mucous while I watch helplessly, but here's to a few more weeks of it. I don't suggest it to anyone. Then there's the torticollis that requires physical therapy. I'm too tired to explain anymore. The
Then there's Emme. Emme is as Emme does and Emme does some beautiful poo art. Said no one ever. Except maybe Emme. Her mirror recently got a brown make over if you know what I'm saying. I hope for the day she can be trusted around her own feces. Or any feces for that matter.
Then there's Christmas. Oh Christmas. You will be very simple this year. Corbin is just too sick to go out in this crappy air. Trust me, I've tried. It has not been a festive year whatsoever. I hate the pressure of Christmas. If I've learned one thing throughout this month, it would be that it's okay if you don't have Elf on a Shelf, you haven't been to temple square, you only put up a few decorations, and the only Christmasy thing you've done is stare at a broken gingerbread house. You will survive and your children will not be scarred for life. I think.
Here's to hoping December 2014 will be a little less sucky.