I wish I had a picture that could sum up the last few weeks, but unfortunately I have not been present at any train wrecks, so this post will only show the rosey side of our lives.

I actually could show you a picture of my face, which in theory could sum it all up, yet I still hold onto a fraction of vanity, so you will have to use your imagination. 

You see I had my tooth pulled two days ago, which was quite violent, yet painless and my face, atop the ten extra pounds I gained since November, and the water retention from PMS, looks like a very large basketball.  My dear mother looked at me as said, "Your face doesn't look swollen to me."  I replied, "Oh great, so your telling me my face looks this fat all the time?"  Thankfully my eldest showed up at the door yesterday and said, "Wow, your face is swollen."

I kissed her.

Aside from my own ailments, my Wee Bella is sick again for the third time this month, and the second case of the croup.  It is just an awful thing to watch your wee ones when they are sick.  I would gladly keep my basketball sized head longer just to have her well again.

It must sound as though I am complaining, but I am just reporting the facts.  I actually feel extrordinarily blessed amidst the sickness and chaos, but I am praying health for all.  We have had enough I tell you.