A glimpse into our last week:
I've started a diet--there's nothing to eat!
I'd really like wine or a nice chocolate treat.
Will got a black eye on Julia's high chair,
And we can't even cover it up with his hair.
My Mom got real sick and then took a fall.
Now her broken arm will hurt us all.
I've been working 'til ten several nights in a row,
Then the kids had a snow day on the THREAT of some snow.
Zach's been doing double duty: at work and around here.
My sweet, sweet husband--he's really such a dear.
Little Juju took a trip to the ole ENT;
Tubes are the answer, from what he could see.
Gross! Yuck! What is that smell?
A dead 'possum in the vent--oh HOLY HELL.
Alabama v. Texas--championship's on the line.
Too bad I was asleep at a little past nine.
I thought things would calm down once we reached Jan-u-ary.
But so far twenty-ten has been rather hairy!