All I Want for Christmas

All I want for Christmas is a holday reprieve, if you please. The last week has been a blur of craziness.

S with a cold that keeps her up much of the night crying in her sad little voice that has dropped about an octave - she sounds like a pack a day smoker.


M with a sinus infection and temperature of 102 and then an allergic reaction to penicillin.

Emma with a cold and pink eye in both eyes. I have come to the conclusion that unless she consents to her eye drops there is no way on earth or heaven to get them in, even with both Jonny and I pinning her down and trying to pry her eyes open. And in the midst of all this Emma's endocrinologist called and said it is highly likely that Emma has Celiac Disease and we need to do a small bowel biopsy for a definitive diagnosis.

So really, all I want for Christmas is a bit of peace and quiet devoid of all drama and germs. However, I realize when I read posts like this and this, that things could be a lot crazier than they are and I am so glad for the little trials in my life!