So right now my life is not living up to my expectations. I mean, really, it's in danger of being grounded if it doesn't shape up. It came home the other day with a nose ring and some goth makeup and probably a venereal disease.
Doozer is sick, again. Well, she never really got better, but now it's gotten worse. We went to the doctor's today and were informed that she caught a cold but since her lungs have been damaged by the RSV and they haven't had a chance to heal the cold is really hitting her hard. I am now the proud owner of a nebulizer and some albuterol, to be used 3-4 times a day.
BuggaBoo does not have a bobby pin in his body anymore, but I haven't had time to update about that. However, he has been having some spectacular tantrums, mostly relating to nursing, not going outside when he wants to, and me zoning out on the computer. Thankfully they have been lessening, but screaming is never a good thing.
The Hubby, bless his heart, works and schools way too much. Both are vital to the health of our family unit, but I'll be happy when this chapter of our life is over.
So at this point my sewing projects are scattered, my sleeping is interrupted, I'm proud of myself if I remember to brush my teeth, I haven't attended church in six weeks, and my kitchen smells suspiciously like icky.
And that's all I have to say about that.