I'm so discomboobolated even my metaphors are cross-pollinating.
This past month has been pure mayhem. My 15 hours of courses this semester will be a relaxing day at the beach in comparison.
Here's the highlights:
We hosted DH's family for the holidays. Sister came in from Rome, Italy with her 2 children. Mom came in from OK with great-grandma.
My monkeys met their Italian cousins for the first time and it was love at first sight for everyone involved. At least until the comas set in. We learned Italian and they learned about near-lethal jet lag.
The guest house flooded on a cold and rainy day.
The washer imploded the next cold and rainy day.
Everyone learned that the flu is a cross-cultural event and brings people to their knees regardless of what their plans are.
We had pictures taken to commemorate the event 2 days after Christmas. The next day, illness and ambulances visited our house.
Cousins left amid great sadness.
Grandma and great Grandma still remain far from home, recovering.
Anyone who entertains the idea that life challenges only come in threes either can't count very well or else they indulge in some wildly over-optimistic thinking.
But don't think that I didn't have fun in the last month, because I had a blast in between life's little train wrecks and I even managed to finally finish Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policemen's Union. I'll attach a review later but for now I'll leave you with this picture of one moment when we were all feeling the love...