There were all these hopes and dreams of a productive, active, creative, lovely Christmas season. Then the past week happened. Today, after a visit to the pediatrician with three of my children and also a visit to my doctor, I picked up four, yes, FOUR prescriptions for antibiotics. Conjunctivitis, bronchitis, double ear infections, and strep (among other things). How Levi has escaped (so far), I’ll never know.
The house is a waste land. Our productivity is low, LOW. I’d love to say that the boys have just cozied up with books and charming Christmas movies all week, but I think there was much more Phineas and Ferb (and, ‘quick, Mom’s not looking, let’s do whatever we want’) happening. No read-alouds because my throat feels like it is full of glass shards.
Fun times. I am so ready for a decent night’s sleep.
But life is still good. It just ebbs and flows. And it is okay if December is not quite the wonderland I had pictured in my head (and on Pinterest).
We’ll make up for it next week, right? Tonight I’m going to bed early, and I’m POSITIVE (children, did you hear that?) everyone is going to sleep all. night. long.