I hope there is no truth to the notion that how you spend New Year's Day is an indicator of how the new year will go. I went to bed at 9:00 p.m. on New Year's Eve, feeling like crap and angry at my husband. I then slept fitfully, due to cough and congestion and to my neighbor setting off fireworks until nearly 11:00 p.m. which frightened our poor dog, who has a major phobia of fireworks. Needless to say, after a poor night's sleep and being ill, I didn't wake up feeling very good, and I continued to feel poorly most of the day.
In addition to feeling poorly myself, AJ was still sick (although much improved--he was VERY sick earlier in the week and was diagnosed with bronchitis and bilateral ear infections on Tuesday). As a result of not being 100%, he was very whiny and clinging to me a lot. MJ is usually the one who is more attached to Mamma, so he was not very happy to find his brother in my lap more often than not. One of the more difficult parts of having twins, IMO, is not being able to give either child your undivided attention when they want/need it; I hate that.
It was also much, much colder than usual here in Phoe.nix--we actually had a dusting of snow on the surrounding mountain peaks--precluding all outdoor activities, so I couldn't even get a little of our signature sunshine to lift my mood. The one bright spot was that my mom spent the day with us, and she was happy that Ohio State beat Alabama.
So yeah. . . not one of my better days. I am at the office today and feeling improved (though still not well), and the boys are back at day care. I am hoping that things look up from here for 2015.
I have not been at work since December 23, and I have a lot of loose ends to tie up, so I'd better get to it. Hope everyone else had a better New Year's than mine. (Judging by my Fac.ebo.ok news feed, they did. HA!)