I'm still not actually done with my christmas shopping, but I'm not terribly concerned. There are a few items that i'd like to get but if it doesn't happen it's not a big deal. My husband's only job is to do the shopping for me and his father, and we've already decided what to actually get him (a smoker and related items). So it's not my headache.
My stress level has gone down although nothing has actually been resolved. Sometimes you just need to vent and have a good cry. Which I did. The hubby got an extension at work for 3 months which will buy him time to continue looking for a new job, and he'll get his severance whenever he leaves. He'd still prefer to stay with the company so he plans on working his ass off while he still has a job so maybe they'll love him so much they won't want to lose him. Which is really what he was doing before they laid him off.
My mom. My mom has breast cancer. They've confirmed that it hasn't spread but what is there is pretty bad. She thinks they'll take the breast after the new year. So she could still use your prayers, or thoughts, or whatever you do.
Everything else is doing okay. Potty training didn't actually kill me and spencer is now completely on board. Henry has his 4-month appointment this afternoon. I'd like to announce (but I'm afraid to jinx it) that he is a) sleeping in his crib and b) sleeping through the night. This morning I went in to check that he was still breathing because we had to wake him up to leave the house. Craziness.
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I am so sorry about your mom. But take heart - they can do so much now. My own Gramma is a 20+ year survivor. (I don't remember what year, but only that I wasn't 10 yet and that I wasn't allowed up to her floor at the hospital that first day because of that)
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