Happy Holidays and F**k Off 2019!

If you received a Christmas card from me this year, you may have noticed that we didn't include a family update.  On the back of the card, it usually says something like: "We were so blessed this year!" and then a sentence about each of us.  This year, our first draft was: "What an interesting year!  Jami got the cancer.  Jeff shut down his business.  We think the kids are okay?  Joyous tidings."  I thought it was too depressing, so I asked Jeff to tell me something good that happened this year.  He shrugged and said, "I didn't have any cavities at the dentist."  In the end, I just wrote "'Tis the season for hope" on the front.  I thought it was a little on the nose, but someone told me they cried when they opened it, so ... good?     

Anyway, it's been a wonderful cancer-free Christmas.  Except for my monthly Lupron shot, I've managed to avoid doctors' offices for three weeks and counting!  I feel so normal.  Nothing to stress about except hosting family, buying and wrapping presents, and how to entertain my children for seventeen straight days during winter break.

Speaking of entertainment, Jeff and I managed to surprise the girls with a trampoline on Christmas morning.  Santa gets all the credit, but parents can be magical too.   

We have a new daily schedule that consists of eating Christmas cookies, jumping on the trampoline, eating cheese, jumping on the trampoline, watching TV, then going to bed in the same pajamas we've been wearing all day. 

Wait, what day is it?  Monday already?!  That means only one day left of 2019, and I say good riddance.  I usually don't care about New Year's Eve, but I'm ready for a fresh start.  2020!!  Woo-hoo!  Bring it on.