Excuses, Excuses

Hiya, peeps.

Sorry for the blogging dry spell. Seems I'm full of excuses about those lately. Reasons this time? Let me see here.

In the past few weeks we packed up our house (in three days), moved all our crap to the new house, moved the rest of the crap to my parents until the final exodus in June, I'm training a replacement at work, and T Dubbs has been sick, sick, sick. We actually ended up in the ER a week ago because he was breathing too rapidly and drooling excessively. They were afraid it was epiglottitis (very serious) so they had to take a chest x-ray and then diagnosed it as croup (not so serious). The doc gave him a steroid shot which turned him into a horrible tiny monstrosity. I kid you not. I know steroid shots aren't supposed to have any side effects, but they did.

Anyhoo, I'm happy to report he is completely recuperated. The rest of us, not so much. We will never catch up on sleep again. It's hard to really communicate the horrible-ness of croup. Imagine having your fingers and toes smashed by a meat grinder one by one while your eyelids are being ripped off in tiny pieces. It's kinda like I imagine that would feel. I can't even imagine how bad it must have been for T!

And I've been pregnant the whole time.

Hooray for crazy.