One Good Thing and a Bunch of Crap

Hrrrrrrnnnhh. Hrrrrnhhhhhh!

Hear that? That's the sound of my brain, straining and grunting and not producing anything ... at ... all.

Damn mental constipation.

So until I can put together a decent post that's truly worthy of all ten of you my brilliant readership, here's a list of things that may or may not be contributing to my overall level of mind-numbing craziness:

- Halloween. We traveled four hours to visit our families so the kids could spend the holiday with their cousins. In the car on the way to the neighborhood where we do our begging trick-or-treating, Colin screamed "My peeeeniiiiiiiis!!!" over and over and over again because his costume was "bothering it" and apparently causing it to "waggle around" (sound familiar?). Never having had one myself, I couldn't sympathize. Especially not when he was having such a fit. But when we got out of the car? Yeah - it was miraculously okay.

- Illness. The day after we arrived at our travel destination, Cameron came down with something that looked frighteningly like the swine flu: fever, cough, rattly chest, stuffy nose, the works. So we spent three hours in the nearest convenient care clinic for a nurse practitioner to tell us that it "probably wasn't" the flu and that Cameron "might" have an ear infection and that he's "probably not" too much of a threat to his six-week-old baby brother. (All this wishy-washiness pissed me off a little - can you tell?) He was prescribed an antibiotic and a nebulizer for breathing treatments. Two days later, he came down with hives - and a visit to the pediatrician revealed that, surprise! Not only did Cameron not have an ear infection, he was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotic that the quick-care clinic had given him for ... you guessed it ... the ear infection. Lovely.

And now Coby has these little white spots on his tongue. I'm thinking it's thrush. What do you think?

They're just on his tongue, nowhere else. Weird. One more thing to deal with.

- Potty training. Yes, I decided to try it again. WHAT am I THINKING, you guys?!? It's like when the glorious vision of only one child in diapers appears in my mind, I miraculously gloss over the dirty details of getting to that point. And with all this other stuff on my proverbial plate right now? Ugh. I am kicking myself. But potty training isn't the type of thing you can just take lightly. It requires commitment. And unfortunately, my dumb ass committed to it before my brain could say, "Wait! What are you doing? Noooooooo!!!!"

*sigh*

- Comments. I have seriously fallen (hard!) from the "I'm-going-to-respond-to-every-comment" wagon, folks. (*insert sad puppy-dog face here*) That's not to say that I won't still be giving it my best effort, but when I said I would reply to everyone, I grossly underestimated the time that would take. And between wiping butts and noses and cleaning up messes and administering medication and preparing food and doing laundry and ... well, I'm sure I don't have to explain it, as the majority of you are in the same boat. I'm disappointed in myself, but that's the way my cookie seems to be crumbling these days.

Okay. Now you're up to speed on what's going on in Frumpy-land right about now. But I've saved the best for last.

I'm excited to announce that I'm going to be having some awesome GIVEAWAYS!!!!!!!!

*jazz hands and general fanfare*

That's right! Just in time for the holidays, the amazingly talented Jennifer of jbpaperdesigns has generously donated a fabulous prize for one lucky winner. So check her out, and I'll post the details of my very first giveaway tomorrow. :)

Now off to clean up some sort of mess. I've got plenty to choose from.