I finally broke down and went to the doctor today after I thought my head might explode and all my teeth might fall out. I've been fighting this for two weeks (actually, more), and I gave in. I was expecting the antibiotic and decongestant mix, but when she said 'shot,' I felt a little like Jenna. NO! Steroid shots hurt, but it did give me some relief within a few hours. I'm hoping that soon everything else will kick in and I'll feel like living again (or at least keeping the house clean and clothes on the kids).
Running is good - I finished a 'measly' 10 on Saturday (probably didn't help the illness), but since then, I've been off on 'healing' break. I miss it terribly, and, although I'm scared, I'm ready for a good long one again. I really miss my running buddies, we haven't run together much lately.
The kids are great. They are both almost over this 'stuff' that has gone around. Hudson popped out of bed last night because, "Daddy, I need to tell you something." This is a trick he learned from his sister. Sister is usually swift enough to work in a "Daddy, I love you." But, Hudson, didn't really know what to say when Jeremy answered, "Okay, what?" He stammered and then kissed his knee and wandered back to bed. He's a sweetie. He is in a depth of whining and temper tantrums. We're working on him. Jenna is the ultimate big sister. She knows everything, which is bad and good. She's growing like and weed, and it's impossible to keep her in clothes that fit and match our Texas weather. We enjoyed the 'snow' last week. The kids didn't want to come in, despite 'burning' fingers (frostbite?). They want more, of course.
We're all looking forward to Christmas break. Jer and I will be heading to the ski slopes, and then we'll have some great family time!
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