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November 29, 2008
I could, but I won't
Content. Content. Content.
The word has lost all meaning.
I could write about how Owen thinks he will die if he isn't physically touching me. Or about how hard it is to get my chores and Rex's chores done with one hand. The alternative is full time baby screaming. There's been a lot of screaming this last week or two, between Owen being a bit sickly and the attachment thing. My ears hurt a little.
I could write about Thanksgiving, how my aunt, uncle, mom and grandmother joined us for a peaceful day of tv watching, puzzle assembly, turkey gorging and Wii playing. Even my grandmother Wii'd. Hell, she beat me at bowling! I might mention, for posterity, of course, that with a little help from my mom I managed to put together a nice spread, complete with perfectly roasted turkey, and got it all on the table at the same time. Owen slept through his first Thanksgiving feast, which meant I even got to sit and enjoy my meal with both hands.
I could write about my mom and uncle helping me get our tree set up, since Rex can't do the heavy lifting. How we decorated it with the kids today, and how pretty and perfect it looks, all glowing and covered in ornaments filled with memories.
I could write about how I'm thankful for my healthy kids, my wonderful husband, my parents and the mutual adoration between them and my kids, our home and financial situation and so much more I can't even begin. There's really so very little in my life I can point to as bad, in spite of all my bitching.
Posted by me at November 29, 2008 10:10 PM