Heavy.

There are few things in this life as wonderful as being in your pj's and snuggled up to your two snoozing pups and boy. I love nights like these.

Christmas break is starting to wear me down. I've passed the point of needed relaxation and crossed over into the territory of feeling like a lazy good for nothing slob. Most of the cleaning, all of the laundry, most of the errands... it's all done. I can only do so much activity with my leg still healing, and that's getting rather annoying. Either way, I really need to find something to do. I'm going to spend a few days doing stuff for work, grading and planning. I don't go back until Tuesday and the kids come back Weds, so that gives me more than enough time.

I'm starting to get really excited again about our house hunt. After having an old fashioned heart-to-heart with the boy a few nights ago I've started to see this hunt in a new light. It's not about finding A house. It's about finding THE house. We have our eyes on one right now and, fingers crossed, when we get in and have a look everything will be on point. It's a scary, frustration process, but I'm really trying to have fun with it. I just keep thinking about our lease being up at the end of March and all the delays that can come along with buying a house... and then I think about us having to move in with parents or something... and it sends chills down my spine. I realize it could be way worse and I mean no offense to his or my parents, but no way am I going to let that happen. No way.

The leg is doing okay. It's super soar and uncomfortable tonight. They warn you when you get this done that there is a tiny, tiny risk of blood clots. So, of course when I saw my Dad tonight he ask me if I knew how Heavy D died and if I wanted that to happen to me. I explained that Heavy D was on a 15 hour plane ride or something... and he was HEAVY, as in huge, and not in the best health... and had the onset of heart disease. Dad just looked at me and was like "remember to do your walking. You don't want to end up like Heavy D.". Sure thing, Daddy-o. The doctor said everything looked fine and was going according to plan, so I'm not too worried. I'm just ready to be totally mobile and comfortable again. And as soon as that happens I have to turn around and get the injections to finish killing the veins done, of course. There are three round of injections. After each one I will be dealing with the compression stocking and all this nonsense for a week... then a few days of comfort then BAM injection time again. Rinse and repeat. After it's all said and done, time to move onto the right leg. What a process, I tell ya. Sad thing is, this obliterates my current varicose veins but is in no way preventative. There will be more to come, most likely when I get pregnant... and I get to go through all of this all over again. Oh boy!

Enough about that, I'm ready for my regular tv programming to pick back up. I miss Glee and New Girl on Tuesday nights. And Project Runway!

I guess that's all for now. I should really get up and move around... don't want to end up like Heavy D, do I...