29 Bottles of Crazy on the Wall...

Twenty-nine post in as many days...

It would be sad to go out sniveling, so let's see if I can wrap this month up with a bang, shall we?

What I didn't write about this November:

• The many times my newly housebroken child wee'd on the floor-- and then ran through it in stockinged feet, leaving pee footprints across my tiled floors. and carpet.
  

• How my children managed to avoid Typhoid Mary one Sunday and we're one of the few families unaffected by Hand, Foot and Mouth disease. (oh dear, where's some wood to touch???)
  

• I didn't tell you that the days leading up to Thanksgiving were some of the hardest I've had to deal with this year. The phone rang incessantly and my Wednesday cooking/baking went unfinished as I rushed to a woman's side. Her husband that was recovering so well from a cancer removal surgery had an infection and the hospital called to tell her to prepare herself for his death. He's still fighting as I write this post.

• On the same day, #1 Son phoned to say he was tackling the 15-hour drive to my parents as they rushed their beloved little doggy to a specialist. He's 17 years old (the dog) and the absolute center of their world. My Step-dad (who I have written about and love dearly) was a mess. Knowing he was a mess was the "straw" for me. "Petey" survived the surgery to repair 3 herniated disks, is recovering at home and Oldest Son arrived safely.
  

• Husband is desperately behind on his two University Online courses and because of it, it's like he's deployed except that I still have to do his laundry. and buy enough groceries. and his alarm clock wakes me at 4.45.

• We spent a small fortune to take the kids to something that people told us we "HAVE to go see" while in England. They grumbled through it and we drove home not speaking to each other. Fun times. I'm not listening to anyone else when they give us "tips".
  

• Remember when I moved house after Christmas last year? I have dreaded unpacking the hastily packaged Christmas items...with good reason. Three broken items so far in the couple of boxes opened.

This may all seem like I am sniveling,
but if that's what you read, you've missed the point.
Let me summarize:

• All of my children are well-- well enough to grumble, ruin my carpet and drive hundreds of miles to hold a Grandpa's hand.

• My woman-friend's children are all here, fussing and fighting as usual, but since her hubby is doing surprisingly well, she's comfortable in telling them to "Go home!".

• My parents have dodged that inevitable bullet one more time and are home with the dog with nine lives.

• Oldest Son is healthy, safe and has survived (one of the two) first holidays without us and the Hubby is here (distracted, but here) for the holidays.

• I am not moving. I don't have to pack.

• I am one blog post away from never doing NaBloPoMo again.

See?
It's all in how you look at it.

My life is half-full.