ain't NOBODY happy!! While not terribly sophisticated, it sure is accurate, isn't it?? It's interesting how having a chronically ill child re-defines your life. Particularly when there is not yet a diagnosis. Relationships, family, career, and even shakes your faith. Even when you are lucky enough, as I am, to have a good network of support. The ONLY thing that matters to me is getting my kid well. I don't care if I'm bitchy. I don't care if I haven't showered today. I don't care about what to make for dinner (that the kid probably can't eat anyway). I don't care if I get my other kid to school on time. I don't care about your opinion (unless you're an MD). I don't care about the nutritional content of what goes in my mouth. I haven't seen the inside of the gym in weeks, and my backside shows it, and yes, I don't care! And for the first time in my life, I don't care about Christmas. Usually I am walking around singing carols, happily baking, shopping, wrapping, etc. Now I'm like "Damn. I have three more freaking presents to get. And then I have to bake some effing cookies." The only thing I want for Christmas this year is for my kid to be able to get off the couch for one lousy day. That's it! Gift wrap is optional.
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