On the twelfth day of Christmas, the stinking, no-good, ROTTEN GRINCH gave to me:
Twelve nighttime cryings
Eleven messy diapers
Ten (x100) dollars spent on the Mazda
Nine Mazda stall outs
Eight uneaten bowls of baby oatmeal
Seven bouts of throw up
Six hours of work missed (I only work 8 a week)
Five mLs of amoxicillin (for May’s ear infection)
Four nose aspirations for congestion
Three .75mLs/6 hours of children’s Tylenol
Two .5mLs of Zofran to battle nausea
and a drop/6 hours of gentamicin for pink eye (that mommy acquired from one of the three visits to the pediatrician)
Yep. That sums up the week pretty accurately. Although it’s been pretty gloomy around here, I’m trying to NOT be a cotton-headed ninny muggins about the misfortune that has befallen the Shean household by remembering that things could be a lot worse. May could have been seriously ill. The Mazda could be permanently broken down. My pink eye could have been in both eyes!
These last few days have been rough, but I’m taking a page out of Charlie Brown’s book and will attempt to do a Christmas reboot. I even purchased a Charlie Brown Christmas tree this morning to help me get started. This little tree will serve to remind us that when the going gets tough, PUT ALL THE HATERS OUT OF YOUR MIND AND DO YOUR OWN THING. And by haters, I’m taking to the stomach flu virus, the infectious strain of bacteria that infected May’s ear and the bacteria that is sitting on my eyeball like it’s Occupy Wall Street. It’s time to pack up and move out. You and your misery are no longer welcomed!