Well, his eye is almost better and now he's hurt his ankle. We're not sure what's wrong with it exactly, but he fell at work and it looks like he's got a golf ball in there now. So Romy's been fighting another monster ear infection and Dane's hobbling around on crutches, sleeping more than he's awake because of the pain pills. So here I am at work with a creepy feeling like I left Polly in charge...

At least she'll fold the laundry for me. :)

Other than that things are really great. (sarcasm) Actually they are pretty OK, but it's hard to get past the other crap. Last night is the first sleep I've gotten in the past three nights, and every time I sit down somebody needs something. And today I'm at work but I have to drive all the way back home two separate times to try to get Romy to kindergarten (if she's well enough) since Dane can't drive a car yet and his is still sitting up at work waiting for him.

I'm complaining a lot today. I'm sorry. I'm venting because I'm tired and cranky.

So now I'm trying really hard to think of something positive to say. Oh, I started my Christmas sweater -- that's a happy thing. My mom gave me a JoAnn gift card for Christmas so I braved the after-Christmas sale and got a bunch of cute yarn to make a sweater. So when I say Christmas sweater I mean sweater-made-from-yarn-I-got-for-Christmas and not some scary intarsia with reindeer and Christmas balls.

Well, it was better than the complaining, but I'm not sure insulting people who wear Christmas sweaters counts as being exactly "positive." Best I can do right now, though. :)