Rambo's Rampages...

It's the same every year. At least it feels the same.  Bidding good riddance to the past year. Don't let the door hit you in the you-know-what. Bigger and better things are in store for me (hopefully). Then those promise filled days turn into frustrating weeks  and disappointing months and depressing seasons. And those bigger and better things never come. And this time you're telling the year to kiss you in the you-know-what. Forget the door, you'll take care of it yourself.  And the cycle continues. And I know that I'm just this jar of clay. This breakable, fragile, jar of mud. But aren't I supposed to be filled with this.... treasure ? This intangible, sustainable, fulfilling treasure? Because it doesn't feel like it most of the time. I don't feel treasure-filled. My jar is doubts and depression and anxiety and all that stuff I thought was supposed to be worked out in college like self esteem and insecurities. I&#

It's been a while. I apologize. I'm sure this season has been busy for all of us and the time to sit down and type a few things... well, it never presented itself. I had all these ideas of grandeur of getting the house put together and all those little chores that never get done on the regular were going to be fulfilled and.... yeah, that didn't happen. The first two days of our Christmas vacation were great. Junk drawer cleaned, laundry DONE, shoe bins cleaned up and organized, etc. Now we are down to our last week of no school and all that has to be redone including all of the normal stuff that has been put off and all those new wonderful toys to be put away... somewhere....  I guess I should start by saying that we celebrated Theodore's 3rd birthday!!! And by 'celebrate' I mean we all said "happy birthday". No party, no cake, no presents. I don't mean to sound heartless, but it just wasn't happening this year. He didn't know, people, o

...to be busy. Wait, that's not right. ...to be stressed?  This Christmas season is so short. I feel like I've been going since the day before Thanksgiving and I haven't stopped yet. And these stinking nurses are about to ruin my Christmas spirit.  Could I share a short and sweet nursing story with you? Okay, well I would if I had one. But, lo and behold, I don't. Surprise, surprise. You don't have to feel obligated to read, you really don't. But these stories just keep getting more and more unbelievable that it's hard not to share out of sheer amazement. One of our wonderful consistent nurses (we have 2 wonderful consistent nurses) is on vacay. Not really - she's on a mission's trip to Nigeria, but whatever. (If its not your home I consider it vacation unless you're on active duty. That's just the way it is.) She is out until the end of January which I'm sure I have shared in prior posts. I think. Anyway, she is gone. Which leave