Christmas kinda of killed me.
I wish I were kidding.
Right after the excitment was over Annabel got her annual vomity illness, followed by Jed and then - the day I had to work a night shift for the holiday - I came down with the cruddy sickness.
So it's not that I've been ignoring the internets so much as I've really been hiding under a rock.
The good news is we're all on the mend, and we're slowly getting back to normal.
I can tell because today when I brought Annabel to Lori's house for the first time in little more than a week, it took her six minutes to push me out the door.
Twenty minutes later, though, I'm told she was either feeling remorseful or just garden-variety drama.
"I want my mommy. I have water in my eyes."