Happy New Year!

I wrote that title yesterday...and then nothing else.  Yes, it's been awhile. I have a ton of things I would like to share...but not enough time to share them in AND accomplish all the other things I want to while feeling somewhat good and also have four children home for Christmas Break.  And, no, my kids did not go back to school today like all you wusses (just kidding...kind of) out there.  My kids, for some wonderful and awful reason have a full two weeks-plus off of school.  And, it's crazy-town here.

Despite that, I would like to wish you all a very Merry, Happy New Year!  As my sister said, let this be the year that goes down on the record as the year that we kicked cancer's a$$.  (Sorry Lauren, avert your eyes on that one...  But, as a dear mentor of mine of mine has indicated, cancer is one of the only things in life worth swearing about.  Thank you, Lynda McDowell, I could not agree more.)

It has been a horrible/terrific break depending on which moment in time you choose to freeze in this house.  I have been tired, of course, but have managed to stay healthy (so far!) despite all of our children coming down with the stomach flu.  It has moved ever-so slowly through our house -- Lari, the Friday after Christmas, Declan and Hugo on Sunday, and then Kyrie on New Year's day.  It has made crazy-town even crazier, especially when Hugo was sick.  Poor baby just wanted to snuggle with his Mommy....and, for this exact reason, I was quarantined to my bedroom by Matt and my Mom, who just want to keep me healthy.  My baby boy and I were reunited on Tuesday morning, after two-plus days apart and my mom going over the house with Clorox wipes.  Still, it seems that every time my poor Mom disinfects the entire house, another kid comes down with this nastiness.  Luckily, she has not.  Please, Lord, spare my Mom from this!

And now, it seems like an entire Chemo and Christmas break has been wasted on dealing with laundry and cleaning up after kids and that the countdown to a new course of Chemo has begun.  Sigh.  We had big dreams of ice-skating and Build-a-Bear, pretzels and Icees, and Lego playdates.  We wrote down a whole list of things we wanted to accomplish with this blessed time.  Can you tell I am a bit frustrated?!

So...here's to hoping, wishing, and praying that the last three days we have been granted go according to plan and that we actually get to cross off a few of the things on the list!  And, if this round of Chemo truly is easier then I am looking forward to even more days of spending quality time with these children that I love, despite the fact that they have made my house look like a war-zone, have whined till I have felt like my ears are bleeding, have caused Matt to do about 20 loads of laundry in one very long week, and have probably made my mother wish she had her job back. 

Yup, Happy New Year, everyone!