It's my favorite time of year again! The air has a bit of a bite to it, the hot chocolate is flowing abundantly, and Christmas Carols are going to be fashionable again soon, which is important because that means I won't look like a freak when I am out and about humming or not so softly singing them to myself.
Well, I will probably still look a mite freakish, but at least I can hide my insanity behind the season. I have no excuse for the rest of the year.
As much as I love Christmas, I love Thanksgiving even more because it starts everything off. It's like the opening ceremony to the holiday games for me, and this year it is going to be extra special because I have so much I am thankful for!
The new Just a Dizzy Dad palace is finally starting to feel like home, the Pizzmeister is thriving in his new pre-school, Two-zy is taking a slight interest in potty training, and, most of all, I am grateful for all my friends and family, but a special thanks for my wife, my mom, and Uncle Ra Ra, who've spent so many hours looking after the brats and me this past month while I was sick.
With their help I am finally starting to get back to normal and I can even keep up with the brats a little.
Here's the brief back story:
Roughly 4 weeks ago I noticed that I had a slight fever and some mild discomfort deep in my lower abdomen. At first, I thought nothing of it, but, before too long, the pain intensified and the fever worsened.
It was an abscess. I have no idea how it happened, but I know I hope to avoid ever having another.
That shiz hurt like crazy and seemed like it would never end!
Anyway, I ended up spending a few days and nights in the hospital between to stays a week or so apart.
It was worrisome!
Mama Bear had already taken 2 weeks off of work because I was unable to care for myself, let alone keep track of two little ones, and I couldn't help but wonder what we were going to do if I didn't get better soon.
Luckily, between Mama Bear, my mother, and my non-blood related brother, Uncle Ra Ra, the boys were well taken care of, and I started mending, so a lot of my worries have been alleviated.
I am lucky.
I am lucky to have people in my life like them.
I cannot tell you how nice it feels to know I have that kind of support.
I also can't tell you how great it feels to be able to play with my sons again, even if it is only light play.
You know, this whole ordeal got me to thinking about everything I take for granted that I shouldn't, especially people.
I used to think that I could easily survive without help, but I was a fool!
We all need support. We all need people in our lives, and it is time for me to show how extremely grateful I am for those I have in mine.
There will be extra hugs and smiles and laughter this holiday season.