It hasn't been the best of weeks. The Molys need some merriness back! Isaac's chest sounds a bit yuck again, which we dread any time, but all the more so before the holidays (I can't remember a year where we haven't been a teeny bit worried about spending Christmas on the ward). Work has been stressful, but as people who bang on about their jobs are about as entertaining as Ed Milliband, I'll stop there. I will just say that I had to fire someone last week, for the first time ever, which was no fun at all. I know I need to take a step back from all the work stress before I implode... It's just so busy and the pressure is huge. It's not normally this bad, I love my job, it's just.... A LOT right now.
Christmas Break is what we all need. I just can't wait. Dans back is hurting again (he had surgery on it last year) which is always a worry (he is self employed, so bad back means no earning). He works so hard despite it. Went to Anouk's nativity today (our little Elf) and it was surround sound coughing there are so many germs at school right now, it makes me want to keep them at home just to avoid it. Only little Rosa is having a good week, finally getting the whole potty malarkey, woo hoo!
I want to smother myself in family and friends, and yummy food and drink, and loud music, and dancing around the table, and kisses and cuddles, and tickeling fights, and bitter cold walks followed by the fire and hot food.....and and and.....to forget everything that ever worries me. Actually, just writing about this has made me feel better. Roll on Christmas!
