1. Bean has been sick for two weeks. I know that this is a boring blog topic so I'm going to leave it at that, but with an added reminder of THIS IS THE CHILD WHO COUGHS UNTIL SHE VOMITS. REPEATEDLY. AND I'VE GOT THIS POST TRAUMATIC STRESS THING WITH ANY GAGGING/URPY NOISE SHE MAKES ON THE MONITOR AT NIGHT BECAUSE DUDE - A NIGHTTIME THROW-UP SESSION RESULTS IN HOURS OF CLEANING AND AT LEAST ONE LOAD OF EMERGENCY LAUNDRY BECAUSE IF SHE THROWS-UP ON HER BLANKET SHE WON'T GO TO SLEEP WITHOUT IT AND LET'S JUST SAY IT: MY SANITY IS HANGING BY A THREAD. A THREAD.
2. I have taken to calling myself Whimsy-Under-Siege. The mad-dash push for Christmas with making gifts and wrapping them and having everything done before Chip's family got into town melded into an even madder dash to put on Christmas Eve dinner for fourteen (yes, fourteen) people. There was this whole mishap with the turkey, too. The end result was a borrowed turkey roaster pan from Wandering Nana (saving grace) which had Chip and I moving the turkey that had already been cooking for an hour, from one pan to the roaster. Imagine two human adult people trying to move a piping hot 24-pound turkey using nothing except large kitchen tools. It wasn't pretty, but somehow turned out fine. In the days since Christmas, the Whimsy-Under-Siege mentality hasn't left, and I am nervous and fretful and feeling cagey. I keep hoping that it's just going to run itself out, but no luck yet.
3. It's my mother's birthday today. Sadly, the Whimsy-Under-Siege compounded by Lack-of-Sleep-Whimsy means that I haven't written her anything except this madness. Happy birthday, mom. I love you.
4. It snowed yesterday. The weather guys of course said that it wasn't going to snow except in higher elevations. I don't know why I ever listen to them because they are never right. But it was a nice surprise, really it was. We had nowhere to be, so Bean and I just hung out. I cleaned the bathroom. We played Candyland (in case you didn't know: it turns out when you play Candyland with a two-year-old, you spend 15 minutes telling the child to put the cards down, don't touch the other gingerbread guy, put your gingerbread guy on the blue square - no the other blue square). We played in the snow. I bribed Bean to take her medicine (the two-week-cold that I mentioned in point #1 has an ear infection chaser that was diagnosed when I took her to the doctor on Monday which means the added awesomeness of antibiotics).
5. Successful medicine taking bribes have included Hershey's Kisses, apple juice, marshmallows, neon goldfish crackers, and multiple games of Candyland.
6. Less successful medicine taking bribes have included a smile from mommy, a hearty pat on the back, a kiss from mommy, a bowl of shredded wheat, and raisins. All of them, epic FAIL.
7. Which is why you're getting this mishmash from me today. Happy December 30th. I've been working on an entry for tomorrow. We'll see if I get it done.