We made it. Everything is fine.

Well, we survived. My brother made it home in time for Christmas (even if he did get in at 11pm on Christmas Eve) and we all survived Christmas.

The boys had a great time, they opened up I think a million presents, my house is now a complete disaster, but it’s ok. We survived. My brother is still here with us until after New Years, so we’ll still have some time to spend together.

The baby had been incredibly hit or miss with his sleep. Some nights are great, some are completely awful. Who knows why. But I’ll take the good ones whenever they come.

My mom is home today making funeral arrangements who her brother who she found out died last week and that’s been a disaster. She’s got a lot to do and deal with now. I feel badly that I can’t do more to help.

Today is my dads birthday so we’re all just home and I guess we’ll have a small celebration for him later. Though to be honest, the thought of wrapping more gifts right now sounds like more than I can handle.

Today is still a survival mode type of situation. It’s a let the kids watch tv and just hope for the best kind of day. My 4 year old is somehow starting to get sick again. Even though we haven’t left the house in like a freaking week. It seems impossible. Ugh. Hopefully it doesn’t turn into another hospital stay for the baby.

Something bad did happen but I don’t know how to talk about it. Or if I should. Or if I should just act like it didn’t happen. I don’t have therapy for 2 more weeks, so that just really sucks.

Besides the bad thing that happened, I’m surviving. It’s okay. It will be ok. I’m enjoying the time with my brother, we made it through Christmas, and the baby sleeps sometimes.

It’s fine.

Everything is fine.

We’re just over here surviving. Don’t worry about anything at all.