Pencils Down. Time's Up.

November's over. I didn't reach my goal--not even by half. That's okay, this is a marathon, not a sprint. I made some good progress, and I'm happy with where the story is going. So, yay! That's done.

Brighton got his glasses (I know I promised pictures, but you'll just have to take my word for it when I say they look great.) and noticed the difference right away. He looked at me and said, "Mom, you look different. You have lines on your face, and little red dots, too." Yep. That's nice. Thanks for noticing.

After going three consecutive weeks without a full night of sleep (The time change always really messes up Keelie's sleep schedule. She woke up every morning at 3:00, climbed out of bed and began tormenting her siblings.), I caught the Mother Of All Colds. Now I have a chapped, red nose and watery, blood-shot eyes to go along with my lines and red dots. The good news is that after purchasing our fourth (and hopefully final) crib tent, Keelie is once again sleeping through the night. And now that I can get some rest, hopefully Brighton will begin noticing how truly lovely (and young looking) his mother really is.

Okay, now I'm going to confess this once, and only once, and then I don't want to hear about it anymore. During the past month I wasted my time (time I should have spent writing) watching this: , and reading this:. Ummm . . . Uhhh . . . I'm at a loss for words right now. I can't seem to find the right way express my disappointment. But, then again, what was I expecting?

How about you? What have you been up to?