Ok, so not only is packing the most "not-fun-thing" in the universe,
but it’s made even more unbearable when you have a final deadline of
two days, and you attempt it with a 103 fever and so much crap filling
your lungs that the constant hacking makes you want to throw up.
So Not Fun.
Don’t ask me why I had to get sick right before our
big move. Things always seem to happen that way don’t they?
When it rains it pours, or so they say. Feels more like a
freakin’ hurricane to me. ;)
This illness came down
like a ton of bricks Monday morning, and has only gotten worse as time
progresses. I’m really hoping I’m seeing the worst of it, and
that I’ll be better by Saturday morning, when I have to get up at an
ungodly hour and drive the five or six hours to Portland. Boy
could that be a fun drive.
Mostly I’m hoping that nobody I was around at Christmas gets
sick as well. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone, especially the
kiddos! At least Lindsay is with Memere and Pepere this week,
reducing her risk of catching this nastiness. And I’m really
hoping that by breastfeeding Emery, I’m passing on whatever antibodies
I’m using to fight this bug (if I’m using any at all, of course).
;) Well, I’m done with my "break from packing to whine to
the internet". Better get back to it.
Hope everyone else is having a happy and healthy holiday!
I can’t believe there’s only one week left ’til Christmas!
Yes, Christmas. Not "winter break", or "the holidays", but good
ol’ Christmas ya damn oversensitive, P.C. weirdos.
Forgive my
hostility, I’m really looking forward to Christmas, but it’s driving me
insane hearing of all of the arguing going on around the country all of
a sudden, about what we’re going to call this time of year. I
mean, seriously, why mess with a good thing, and when you can’t even
have a giving tree in a school to help out the less fortunate, that’s
just ridiculous. Several schools around here agreed to change
their Christmas trees into giving trees by changing the name and
covering up the star on top, but when people still complained
that the trees this time of year are a symbol of Christianity, they
were forced to remove all of the trees and just have giving counters. *Sigh* Some people will do anything they can to rain on everyone elses good time.
Anyway,
we spent our weekend at the mall along with all of the other slackers
who left their shopping until the last minute. Luckily we made it
out alive, with our sanity still intact (well, what little there was to
begin with anyway) and got most of our Christmas shopping done.
We have a few last minute things to still get that continue to elude
us, but what fun would it be if everything came easy, right?
I
attempted to wrap some presents this evening while Lindsay stole bags
from me and stuffed all of my tissue paper into them, and Emery’s
beautiful screeching filled the house with life. I think maybe
I’ll finish up while they’re napping later this week. ;)
Emery finally quieted down when I accidentally threw a plastic bag
close to him and his little hand shot out like a dart and snatched it
up accidentally. He then spent the next half hour talking to it,
trying to stuff it into his mouth, but failing miserably and only
managing to smear spit accross his head and face while making an aweful
racket. But hey, he wasn’t screaming. Barney took a picture so you could share in the fun.
I
hope to post again before next week’s over, but just in case I don’t, I
hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Well, I’m being positive and hoping that the house deals are going
to go as planned, and that we’ll be moving into our new house in
Beaverton in less than a month! Once again, keep your finger
crossed for us. I know they’re probably getting sore by now, but
just a few more weeks ok?
Apart from the torturous, unending
packing, my days have seemed empty this week, as Lindsay is staying
with her Memere and Pepere. They took her home with
them on Sunday, and we’ll pick her back up sometime this weekend I’d
imagine. While this has given me a much easier time packing, I
miss her sooooooo much! Every morning, I miss her hugs and her
high little voice waking me up. I miss having lunch with her and
reading with her for breaks in between packing. It’s amazing how
much a part of you they become, even at this young age. The house
definitely seems very empty, and not just from packing stuff up.
:( Yes, Emery has kept me company, but it’s just not the same
yet, as he can’t talk or move around. ;) But his smiles and
squeals have certainly helped to lessen the void. I’m getting as
much done as I can while Lindsay’s gone, so that she won’t have to be
so neglected when she comes back.
I put a new gallery
of pics on today, with a few of Emery and Lindsay and I just hanging
out on a cold snowy day last week, and the rest are of the new house in
Beaverton that Barney took during our inspection, so you can get a
little preview. Enjoy!