Listening to Christmas music (to be fair, I do so all year, but this is the brief window where it doesn’t make me a Crazy Weirdo) driving today and this seemed apt for right now:

It was snowing all weekend. And it was so beautiful! And SUCH a pain! My God. I went to Target on the 21st in the middle of blizzard #2 and it was the parking lot was an absolute horror. Everybody had cabin fever by the end of Sunday. I kept putting the kids in their snowsuits, sending them out into the back yard (“yard”) with such exciting implements as wooden spoons, and not letting them back in until they were soaked to the skin and turning blue. Throw all the snow gear right into the dryer to dry it out. Repeat. Ad nauseum. Seriously I think I dried the snow gear 3 times on Sunday alone. I know, not very green. But, these children! Like caged animals after an hour or two at home.

In other exciting news I finally caved and went to see the doctor about this cold/cough I cannot shake. Since my dilated-pupils, leaning-on-mantel showing at the Laughlin Christmas party on December 5th I have had a cough I cannot get rid of. I love my doctor: she combines a commitment to holistic, alternative approaches to health (she was the original person who planted the idea of seeing a midwife, which I proceeded to ignore for 30 weeks of pregnancy) with a willingness to bring down the hammer of Conventional Medicine when necessary. Yesterday we agreed I would not go on antibiotics but she gave me an inhaler for what she deemed asthma-like “reactive airways” post-cold. This morning I still felt shitty, maybe even worse, so I went back in to see her and she quickly wrote me a scrip for the z-pack.

Am now attacking what may well be a run-of-the-mill cold with both an asthma inhaler and zithromax. Am hoping I will be ready to scale Everest in a day or two.