Well, I managed to post on Christmas day about how well Marc did in the shopping of gifts for me, but since then I have been in bed barfing. I now completely understand what Thomas meant when he kept telling me his stomach hurt days after I thought he was over his flu. I will spare everyone the gruesome details, but suffice it to say, I have extreme lethargy and really haven't cared one rip that the kids have completely trashed the house.........and I mean trashed.
Last night, Thomas came in to kiss me goodnight and I sarcastically thanked him for sharing the flu with me and he replied, "Glad I could do it." How's that for a smarty pants?? Earlier in the day Marc took the kids to the mall so they could spend some of their Christmas cash. As they were getting dressed in some of their new clothes, I told Thomas how nice the new red hoodie sweatshirt looked on him and he told me it was really soft and when Madi grabs the hood to choke him, it's softness makes it better!! He is an optimist and always looks on the bright side!! Marc came home looking sick and I was hoping he didn't get what I have, because then I would have to drag my sorry ass out of bed to take care of the kids and animals. His pale/green face was merely caused due to his lightheadedness he felt from the crowds at the mall. For some reason, he has always gotten sick feeling at the mall; crowds, parking lots, smell of the food court all contribute to his sick feeling. What a weenie.
As I have spent the last several days doing nothing, I have had way too much time to contemplate the adoption. I cannot believe that January marks the two year anniversary of us having started this fun journey. All I can say is THEY BETTER BE HOME SOON. We cannot keep talking about Richnightder and Jerome and imagining what life will be like with them here at home with us. We actually have to get them home and start forming this family. So to all my C4C family and friends, I hope and pray that the vast majority of us will have our families complete in the new year. I so hope that 2009 sees us all making the 'Gotcha' trip to the creche and beginning the road to cementing our families. If I feel better by New Year's Eve, I will raise a glass to toast in the new year and whisper under my breath my hopes and dreams for the coming year.
There are scars, still. Even within the miracles.
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