Baby please come home

My feet are freezing, even though I've been going like a maniac around here all evening. My circulation should be aces. I'm trying to get all kinds of last minute things done before Mike's family descends upon us tomorrow, but I fear I'm fighting a losing battle. The bathroom's clean at least, and that's what counts.

It's been kind of a crazy week for us. Today Mike had the first of two large scale gastrointestinal tests--the next one comes Thursday. This meant him being out of commission for most of yesterday and today, which was no fun for him at all. I played my usual part--trying to help him while holding down the fort and assuring him all will be well. I've been doing that now for the better part of a year, and I can only hope that these latest tests will get us some answers and get Mike some relief.

It sucks to be standing by, helpless, while your partner has to deal with all of this garbage. And I know he feels guilty for being sick all the time and putting me through all the helpless feelings. He's been on that side too and remembers that it is no fun. So we trudge through, take some tests, and I try to make him laugh while again saying it will all be fine.

And tomorrow Christmas starts for us. It's the last day of school and work until next year, and I'm glad for the break. It will be nice to celebrate a bit, and hopefully everyone (especially my poor husband) will stay healthy enough to enjoy it.