Well, I've survived an entire day of being 30. No big surprises. No grand gestures. Just another day.

I took the kids to go see Santa at the mall. It was disastrous. At first Rachel really liked being in the stroller, but as soon as I set her on Santa's lap, she started screaming. Spencer was not thrilled either. He just looked scared, but didn't actually cry. He wouldn't take the coloring book from Santa either. So I have a $25 picture of her screaming and him looking terrified. Great.

I also wanted to look at double strollers since I'm really not happy with the one I have, but Rachel was uncooperative. I succumbed to all the rude glances and took my hysterical child home. I could not hold her and push the stroller, though, so I had to leave her screaming in it while I sped to the parking garage. Which brought even more glares. I called Mike on my way home and he left work right away to come home and help me. Lucky for him I put them both to bed as soon as we walked in the door practically. He played with them a bunch so I could sit and do some digiscrapping.

I've got 4 or 5 two-page layouts done. Each one seems to go faster as I learn how to use Photoshop. I need to start working on some stuff for this blog and for my website too. With all my free time.

I had some correspondence with an old co-worker of mine. She sent me a Christmas card and I replied via email. I (half) jokingly asked if they needed a part time teacher for the upcoming semester. She suggested we look into it and then mentioned that morale is really low among the staff. That was all I needed to hear. All the bad stuff just came back to me like a flood and I realized that I would not only have less time with the kids, but my time with them wouldn't be as quality because I'd be so stressed from the bullshit at work. Thanks, but no thanks. They are only little for a short time and I'm not going to miss it.

Spencer is doing great. He's saying more words for Miss Jen, and I'm sorta demanding that he say them here. It's working. The only thing he doesn't attempt is 'milk'. He just does the sign like 'I'm saying it damn it, make with the cup!'

Rachel is doing well, if we exclude the mall time today. That's pretty annoying though that I can't take her anywhere like that. I hope she gets over that soon.

We have Mike's mom's family thing in Columbus tomorrow. I really don't want to go. The weather is supposed to be miserable. I'm not worried so much about making it there and back. I'm worried about a 2 hour drive taking 3+ with hungry kids who don't want to be in their carseats anymore, and a frustrated Daddy who just wants quiet. I told him the decision was up to him though. He's convinced that everyone will be there regardless. I don't agree, but whatever.

I may need to stop seeing Dr. Heather. I think it's been beneficial, but with Spencer's speech therapy twice a week and both Mike and I going to therapy, that's $100 a week in co-pays. My double dose of meds seems to have done the trick for now.

Well that's all I got. Not much to complain about. I remember writing a month or so ago that I would really like to get back to things being like this and thank goodness they are for now. I'll always be able to look back and see the darkest parts of my life by how many blog entries per month. The absolute darkest are the blank months right before the 78 post months. When things are so bad I can't even face them enough to write. I don't want to be there every again. I know there are hills and valleys on the road of life, but I think I was lower than that and hopefully it was a very rare thing.