Gimme a big 'ol hug and make it all better!

...this.

Ava, after tripping a little bit and bumping the shower enclosure:

"Shower hurt me!  I got a boo-boo on my skin. I need a sticker(bandage)."

I just love toddler talk.

Something To Think About On Christmas

 

I'm grateful for the gift that Jesus has given me.

Have a very Merry Christmas everyone!

Something To Think About Saturday

Missing my sweet son.

~Whatever~

I'm at the point that I feel like just saying, "Whatever" to everything and everyone. I guess I have a short fuse lately (although I can hide it quite well). I just feel like giving up on sooo many things!

I can't please anyone (especially myself). I can't get everything done in one day. I'm no super-mom and I'm no super-wife. I'm not the best friend in the world and I avoid some of the people I love the most. When does a woman start menopause? Now you say? Or is it just the middle age blues? Am I middle aged at 41? I guess so. How did I get this way??

Welcome to the pity party!

♫ It's my blog and I'll complain if I want to. ♫

I am only partially done decorating my house for Christmas. Not that anyone would notice anyway. I'm too lazy to put up outdoor lights. I haven't wrapped gifts or care to. I haven't even started Christmas cards. And just now I put a new Christmas blog header on my blog just to test it, and next thing I know, the program shut down on it's own and I wasn't finished tweaking it. So I guess the header stays unfinished because I don't have the energy to do it all over again!

And how about the family? I have 3 girls who are "moody" if you know what I mean. One boy who has been missing his hockey practices for several reasons (car related, illness related) so he can be grouchy (plus he keeps running out of socks because MOM can't keep up on the laundry). One daughter who likes to put her fingers in her poo and then run down the hallway with said fingers on the walls. And one husband that puts up with all of it and needs more attention than he is getting.

There is much more, and I will spare you the details, but let's just say that my poor pillow must think I'm the biggest freak for screaming into it so much lately.

To top it all off, I can't get Blogger to let me change the color of my font.

Whatever Blogger, WHATEVER.