So, November pretty much kicked my hindquarters. November was the lion and I was the unicorn, and it resoundly beat the crap out of me all about the town. Things started off fine and dandy. October drew to a close with a splendid Halloween celebration involving a limousine, copious amounts of liquor, dancing, and the company of good friends.
November commenced with my decision to accept the promotion and take the child care site director position which came with a sizeable raise and additional hours and just a few days later, Colby returned home from his deployment. That day also brought with it Illness #1 of the month, a cold which dragged out over the next two weeks as we spent a weekend in a charming bed and breakfast in Leavenworth, WA and then entertained house guests for the next week.
Then I was informed that there were some fairly sordid activities going on right beneath my very nose at work, and I'm still not sure if I should talk about them publicly, but suffice to say that a lot of children got some very Serious Talking Tos by a lot of Very Important People and Angela had the joy of being interviewed by those same Very Important People. The situation seems to have been defused, but it will certainly be hanging over my head for a long time to come.
Upon the departure of our house guests, we planned to have a romantic evening in the city to celebrate our anniversary, plans that were postponed by the arrival of our good friend rotavirus. Colby was taken out on Saturday, and I took my time following suit, but surrendered to Illness #2 of the month by Tuesday morning. The next two days I spent moaning on the couch, willing my body to just give in and die already, and that is the story of our disappearing Thanksgiving holiday. I celebrated the pilgrims arrival in and subsequent rape of this New World with a packet of saltines, some ginger ale and a black cherry popsicle.
By Friday morning I was feeling a bit more human, but by the time bedtime rolled around I could already feel that familiar ache in my throat and I woke up Saturday morning with yet another cold, bringing the Illness count up to three for the month. So yeah, while November had its high points, it is with a happy heart that I bid it adieu and welcome December with open arms.
Of course, it's not off to the greatest of starts as yesterday my alarm clock failed me and this morning I woke up with the voice of a 60-year smoker, but there is still Christmas and my birthday to balance the scales, so I have high hopes for the month over all. My house smells like cinnamon, the stockings are hung by the chimney with care, and Christmas tree number two is going up this evening, so I'm already feeling better about life. I'm going to try to be more present around here, but if I've learned one thing, it's that when I'm not sitting in front of a desk all day every day, it's best not to make too many promises about publishing entries and keeping up with my reader.
Then I was informed that there were some fairly sordid activities going on right beneath my very nose at work, and I'm still not sure if I should talk about them publicly, but suffice to say that a lot of children got some very Serious Talking Tos by a lot of Very Important People and Angela had the joy of being interviewed by those same Very Important People. The situation seems to have been defused, but it will certainly be hanging over my head for a long time to come.
Upon the departure of our house guests, we planned to have a romantic evening in the city to celebrate our anniversary, plans that were postponed by the arrival of our good friend rotavirus. Colby was taken out on Saturday, and I took my time following suit, but surrendered to Illness #2 of the month by Tuesday morning. The next two days I spent moaning on the couch, willing my body to just give in and die already, and that is the story of our disappearing Thanksgiving holiday. I celebrated the pilgrims arrival in and subsequent rape of this New World with a packet of saltines, some ginger ale and a black cherry popsicle.
By Friday morning I was feeling a bit more human, but by the time bedtime rolled around I could already feel that familiar ache in my throat and I woke up Saturday morning with yet another cold, bringing the Illness count up to three for the month. So yeah, while November had its high points, it is with a happy heart that I bid it adieu and welcome December with open arms.
Of course, it's not off to the greatest of starts as yesterday my alarm clock failed me and this morning I woke up with the voice of a 60-year smoker, but there is still Christmas and my birthday to balance the scales, so I have high hopes for the month over all. My house smells like cinnamon, the stockings are hung by the chimney with care, and Christmas tree number two is going up this evening, so I'm already feeling better about life. I'm going to try to be more present around here, but if I've learned one thing, it's that when I'm not sitting in front of a desk all day every day, it's best not to make too many promises about publishing entries and keeping up with my reader.
Welcome back. :-) Hope you are feeling better soon!
Posted by: Cat | December 02, 2008 at 08:09 PM
Birthday + Christmas - List = NO GIFTIES!
Posted by: The Incubator | December 02, 2008 at 09:32 PM
Wow, that's a whole lotta sick!
Posted by: Jenn | December 02, 2008 at 09:51 PM
You looked great in your Halloween costume and I bet that looked awesome with your eyes. What a bummer to be sick three times in a month -- I hope December is much better for you.
Posted by: Becky | December 02, 2008 at 10:01 PM
I LOVE that you have more than one Christmas tree. It is just so decidedly you. :)
Posted by: Miriam | December 02, 2008 at 10:29 PM
I worked with kids for years.
I got sick.
I don't work with kids this year.
I don't get sick.
But I love kids! What's a girl to do?
(Also, I am considering working at the Y next year after this job. Considering.)
Posted by: ashley. | December 02, 2008 at 10:47 PM
What a crappy November! On the plus side, congrats on taking the new job (and the new pay) and for hanging in there through what sounds like a trial by fire situation.
I hope December is much better. I do agree on the hibernation part, though.
Posted by: A Super girl | December 02, 2008 at 10:52 PM
oh goodness lady i hope you stay healthy for the rest of the year. and i'm with you, so ready for decemeber and all of the holidayness, woo.
Posted by: katelin | December 03, 2008 at 02:21 AM
Welcome back! I hope you pick up your Hills recap again. I miss them, especially with the news of Heidi's elopement.
Posted by: Jessica | December 03, 2008 at 03:44 AM
*hugs* November knocked me out, too.
Here's to hoping December is a lot better!
Posted by: E.P. | December 03, 2008 at 06:14 PM
Well, aren't you the cutest little thing? (big surprise- you're cute no matter WHAT you wear and I hate/love you)
I'm SO proud of you on your promotion! That's fabulous!!!!!
Maybe after my last day, we can have lunch together sometimes during YOUR lunch break and my "eh- might as well leave the house" break.
xoxo
Posted by: RisibleGirl | December 03, 2008 at 06:19 PM
Nice job surviving this last month. Stay healthy in December!
Posted by: Larissa | December 04, 2008 at 02:19 AM