Thanksgiving

well... it just wasn't this year. Don't get me wrong.. I am thankful. For every single day. For my family. For my girls (who are no doubt my life). For my husband. For having a roof over our heads and food in our tummies. Thanksgiving Day, however, was just bad. My grandpa was in the hospital with a collapsed lung. My mom was out there with them (don't blame her a bit... this is just showing my family was not together). It was just dad, myself, the girls and Jesse. Jesse and I were at each other's throats. I ended up getting in the truck with the three girls and going shopping alone. Had my dad not been here and needed food, I would have gotten a hotel room and let Jesse wonder if I was ever coming back. I even left my cell at home. Do I remember what started the fight? nope. Sure don't. But I do know we were both just so angry. And we never argue like that. We have little bickers here and there but this was one of those fights where at that moment... you swear you just loathe them. You wonder why you got married. You daydream of your escape. Yeah that was nice. Thanksgiving. lol. I came back home a couple hours later and he walks up to the truck and apologizes sincerely. Tells me how much he loves me. Me.. being me... says this, "Yeah you better be. I should punch you in your face. But I love you too". We hugged & after that, we were totally fine. Like we never argued at all. We made shrimp scampi and steamed green beans for dinner and Jesse and I made that chocolate chip brownie cheesecake for dessert and this time.. it rocked. It was Martha Stewart quality. Pretty and all! So besides my grandpa being sick, my terrible mood all day, the fight...Thanksgiving ended on a good note. It started out crap. But what matters is it finished okay, I guess.

Ariel just went back to school. She has been off a full week. Today they had a 2 hour delay. Yesterday was a snow day. We ended up getting close to two inches. Of course it's all melted off now.. but she was glad her Thanksgiving break lasted a little longer. To be honest.. me too. I miss that girl! She is fiery and can get a smart mouth but she is still "my baby" and on her good days... the sweetest little girl ever.

Emmalyn and Clarity are sick. Congestion. Congestion. Congestion. Horrible coughs. Last night was miserable. I feel I got zero sleep. Emma kept waking up crying and choking. Poor kids. Will this house ever be well?! I'm beginning to wonder.

I'm sure there's more I'll be back to type. Things I've missed. But my mind is blank. All I can think of is how I need to clean my house and get somewhat back into a routine. A week of things being thrown off... really throws you off! My house is a wreck. My kids are snotting on themselves. I could use a shower. Time to get things done.