Clearing Out the Blogwebs

I'd like to say I can't believe it's been almost two months since my last post. I'd also like to say that time has flown by so fast that (*gasp* my goodness!) I've lost all track of it. But the truth is the last two months have seemed to move more slowly than that awful reoccurring bad dream we all have from time to time. Frankly, I've been uninspired; unmotivated; cheerless, actually downright cynical. And while I've been trying to avoid spreading those negative vibes all over the blogosphere, not writing has meant not being true to me. I like to write. I need to write. So continue reading for more Debbie Downer-isms.

Here's what I've been up to the last two months:

1. Cruise with my Other Half. It was delightful, minus the upper respiratory disease I contracted as our plane landed in Florida, which was kind enough to stick around for a full two weeks after my vacation.

2. Nursing my Other Half while he struggled to survive the illness I so generously passed to him.

3. Nursing my son while he battled aforementioned disease that turned into his very first ever ear infection (score!). There was also a bonus round for me. That would be round 2 of this plague. Are you tired of reading about our sicknesses yet? Ha! I'm just getting started!

4. The biggest fun of all came when my Father in Law had to have a tumor removed from his liver. He's only had the very same surgery 3 other times before, along with the super fun chemotherapy that follows. Yep. Tumor. That kind of tumor. I just can't bring myself to say, or type, or even think the C word. That may be what it is, but it pisses me off so much that I refuse to allow it to contaminate my mind. Dramatic? Maybe. But you've been affected by it. We all have. And I'm sick of it infiltrating my life and the lives of those I love on any level. Whether a "battle" is won or lost, for now I will stand firm against it doing to my mental and emotional health what it's doing or done to my Father in Law's shrinking liver.

*WARNING: Despite my best efforts, I'm about to be a little bit positive.

5. Somewhere in the midst of all of the above, Christmas came and went, and It. Was. Fabulous! Watching the Monkey open presents was the best. He's not really old enough to understand what was happening, but every moment of his life is filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity I wish I could still find in myself. So putting him on the floor and watching him explore one new thing after another was so much more entertaining than even trash T.V. (I know that's crazy talk, but it's true!) We were all somehow able to set aside everything else that was going on and enjoy that one day together as a family, and I am so thankful I have such a beautiful memory to cherish from now on.

So I guess I'm kind of "back." Not really sure what that means, except that this is one step to being true to my(sickly, frail, snot-ridden)self again. And maybe someday soon I'll wake up and be entertaining again! (Let's not hold our breath, k?)