I have nothing better to offer you than that.
I am feeling completely and utterly defeated.
I've been wiping noses, steaming coughs, and doing my best not to yell, scream, or drive 600 miles due North for the last month and a half.
We figured out that Quinlan was not being indignant and four, but actually couldn't hear us. I'm on my way to the pediatrician tomorrow to hopefully figure out what's going on in those usually very healthy ears of hers. Then I read that an eye seeping with yellow mucus can actually indicate an ear infection (same bacteria for eye and ear, apparently), and so I feel like a real super champ mom for forcing milk in her eye when she probably needed that and something else in her ears.
And to top it off, my throat is now searing from the cold which is not surprising since I'm eating pecan pie for breakfast and snacking on bad chocolate and I'm tired because I'm sick but also because I'm tired and working and my husband is probably about to leave for a trip that will bring him home Christmas night and so do we have Christmas on the 26th and lie to the kids and then I've got to put all the toys together because we don't wrap them and then my in-laws are coming and they want to BUY tickets on another airline because they can't get their asses to the airport early enough to catch the free one but yet they complain about money all the time and then I have to cook Christmas dinner and Quinlan and I are going to see the Nutcracker on the 28th but the baby won't take a bottle so she'll probably scream the whole time so can I really enjoy it and I've got to find 10,000 more words for my book which I haven't heard back from the editor about and so do I keep writing or do I wait to see whether they think it's a piece of crap and then have to rewrite everything anyway and I'm sick of stuffing my floppy stomach into pants that are clearly too small just so I don't look like a total scrub every day and my husband is pissed at me because I'm controlling and bossy and have to do things my way and sure I was sort of always like that but now I've become a "just so" person and I hate "just so" people and I want to spend time with my kids and yet I sit and stare at my computer answering emails from people that want me to check out their dog contest when I should be working or doing taxes or folding 500 baby onesies that probably weren't dirty but since everyone just throws their shit in the hamper who the fuck knows anymore and my mom is having heart problems but she always tells me after she's in the hospital and I worry about her and the kids still haven't seen Santa but then my daughter asked me how come there are Santas at the mall all at the same time and I had no idea what to tell her and my fucking throat hurts and I want my mommy.