December blahs have hit. I got too ambitious this year, and just couldn't sustain the energy I needed to follow through on all the wonderful plans I cooked up in my head. So now, I'm regrouping, and just doing my best not to drive the kids nuts. No new home found for Zoe, so it looks like we're keeping her. After this mornings' wake up whines at 12am, 4am, 4:30, 5, and 5:30, I'm sorely tempted to return her to the lady that I got her from.... the same lady who assured me, "don't worry, training a puppy isn't that hard." Yeah, right.

After all that, Bug's alarm didn't go off, and I couldn't seem to quit hitting the snooze on mine, so I'm amazed we got him to the bus stop on time. Throw in a sinus infection my dear sweet MIL so graciously gave me, and you know why no one is getting their christmas cards on time this year unless I get a Christmas miracle of my own.

Yikes, that's a lot of complaining. Here's something happy: I might be babysitting for a short stint soon. Yay, Christmas money!

Hope December is treating everyone else a little kindlier than it's treating me!