nutshell.

Henry has been obsessed with watching the Curious George Halloween special. 

It's driving me coconuts.

There is no no-noggin, it's just Jumpy the squirrel keeping his nuts clean.  Seriously. If you want to know what I write of, you have to watch Halloween Curious George.  Except I totally just ruined it for you.  Oh nuts.

September in a nutshell.  Henry had a tonsillectomy and adenoidectomy.  He came down with the hand, foot and mouth disease during recovery from his surgery.  It sucked.  Somehow it still sucks as some of his sores from that got infected with the MRSA.  The MRSA.  Such a pain in the ass.

It is almost November and I am almost full-on in seasonal depression mode.  I have to remind myself at least once an hour that I am exhausted and crabby and it is not appropriate to take it out on the world.  But when I have to chase Henry down to do anything, and I mean anything, it certainly feels like everyone and everything is conspiring to make me feel really fucking miserable.  All I want is a little cooperation and most days, that appears to be too much to ask.  The problem is that Henry has always been a really good kid.  Even as an infant he didn't cry much and it wasn't because he was constantly being held.  Now that he's almost 4 years old he has found his inner terrible two's and three's all at once.  It would have been much easier if he could have done this in the summer months when I had energy and wanted to actually smile.  Maybe he has a case of the winter blah's as well.  Anyway, when he's defiant and mean, it just feels terrible because he has always been such an easy and easy-going kid. 

When I go through these rough patches, I have a hard time remembering that it isn't the first time and we, I, got through it before.  I keep telling myself that we'll be okay but I have trust issues and don't trust anyone, including myself.

Nuts.