The Holiday season is taking its toll.
The list of things to do is endless.
I dream of a deserted island full of pure bliss.
Cards and packages to wrap and mail.
All of this while the children hover over a pail.
Ah yes, tis the season of throw up in our house.
I wish I could scurry into a hole, like a mouse.
The house looks like a bomb went off.
Dog hair, mud....oh and Wesley has a nasty cough.
The FluMist he and his sister received is what I blame.
Last years endless coughing spell was the same.
No more FluMist for us.
I'm sure next years needle will cause much fuss.
The Holiday sculptures are nearly done.
If I don't wait until the very last minute it's no fun.
Once everything is done and the kids are healthy, I promise I'll cheer up.
As long as I can keep myself from throwing up.
Merry Christmas everyone!