It's been a while. It's almost as if I've dropped off the face of the earth or something.
But I haven't. I'm still here. Uninspired to write. But still here.
So what's up with me these days, you ask? Where to begin?
On the Finleigh front, we go to the big city next week to see the neurologist. An appointment, which I expect to be a complete waste of time, but we'll go anyways, I suppose. Then in February, on her birthday nonetheless, our long awaited appointment is finally here. This is where we'll see a team of doctors who will see her, talk to us, consult all together and then hopefully (oh dream of dreams) come up with an actual diagnosis for our sweet, sweet daughter. Our sweet, sweet daughter who is still not consistently sleeping through the night. Who took her poopy diaper off in her room yet again this morning. Who is beginning to talk a little bit more.
And before I continue, I believe I need to tell you that coffee happened to get all over my keyboard today. And certain letter (plural) do not come up anymore. I can't even tell you them, I can't type them. But I can tell you that they are on the left hand of my keyboard. Oddly enough, my "a" can come up. But not the neighbor (plural) to the right. They fine a minute ago, you can look at them above. But they are gone. It hard to communicate in their abzence.
Oh, hubby not gonna be happy.
Figure that I finally get to doing a blog and the keyboard die.