Christmas is finally over and I have told the kids they cannot speak of next Christmas until after Halloween. So far, so good.
We had an eventful Christmas Eve, when all I really wanted was peace and quiet. Bai started running a fever Sunday night and couldn't sleep. Tay was restless and couldn't sleep, she wound up in the guest room in bed with Tim and I wound up on the couch. I think I had the best end of the deal, the leather couch was warm and comfy.
Only problem, I couldn't sleep. At all. This made Christmas Day extremely fun.
Tim and I have wrapper rage. Why must toy makers use so many twist ties and clear rubberbands on kids toys? Why must Bailey unwrap each present by removing 1-sq. inch of paper at a time? Kudos to Santa Papa and Grandma for putting the girls' bikes together prior to gifting, I shall love you forever for that alone.
At some point over the weekend I rubbed my eye and now have a right tear duct that is swollen and bright red. After fighting with the insurance company over coverage that they never transferred from Hawaii I have an appointment tomorrow to have it looked at. They have to touch my eye. My EYEBALL people! Even I don't actually ever touch my own eyeballs. The mere thought of this freaks me the hell out. Am off to alternate cold and warm compresses, you can bet your ass that if I can get it to clear up on it's own that I am cancelling that appointment.
