Lord, I am stressed out. I just need a long vacation on a hidden tropical beach somewhere. Very far, far away from all docs and anyone at work.

Good news is my step-daughter is bringing the monsters up for Christmas. They are a wild bunch. The oldest is 10 and is into the surfer/skater scene. Spent 2 years in Hawaii and 2 in San Diego and walks around saying "Yeah bro'" and "dude". It's so cute.

The twins are 5 now and they are histerical. Twin boys. They still talk a form of twin speak. They gave their momma a Christmas list. Thing One wants a lamp, a rug and a vacuum. Thing Two wants pudding (spelled pudin') *has to be chocat, not that icky white stuff. Then he wants cake and grapes.

Yep.

Grapes.



Con has a gall bladder problem. That's why he is so sick. So we see yet another doctor next week. (I HATE the doctor's office, and between the three of us, we have been to the doctor, the chiropractor, the dentist, the pdoc and the tdoc at least every day of the week for a month. NO MORE PLEASE!)

My work is just a ticking ka-boom and I don't know why I am trying to hold down the pin. I am suspecting I enjoy the crap. How freakin masocistic is that? I need therapy again.

Wes is great!! He is sleeping. All night. YES! For the first time since he was born. The sleep specialist says his sinuses are pretty tight, lots of extra thick tissue. That's why the nasal spray works. He can breath and so he doesn't abstruct, so he stays asleep. Plus, no nightmares. Unbelievable. And he hasn't slept-walk yet. (She made him go back on the clonopin every night. She said that will keep him from walking out into traffic at 2 in the morning. THAT was a fun phone call. Not. "Mrs. Bear? This is The West Valley Police. We have your son. We found him walking down the middle of this really busy road. Can you come get him?)

Good stuff, freaky stuff. Needing to vent and cry and cheer and scream.

I am just coming off a kinda scary mania myself. (stupid girl-thing cycle-hormone crap.) I usually just get really depressed. This time I was in a rage. OMG! Everybody ran. Ran and hid. Oh, that was tough to keep in check. I am so lucky to have such a loving and understanding husband. He just kept me distracted and didn't try to fix anything. Just kept me from doing anything stupid (-er than usual. )

*OMT-I read your reply in the weekend check in. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love you so much.