I suppose it’s the price we pay for having school-aged children, but we’ve had a wicked winter of illness around here. Colds, respiratory infections, fevers, flu…we haven’t had a 100 percent healthy household since mid-November. Brayden was invited to two birthday parties last weekend but had to leave the first one early because he was acting up and couldn’t go to the second one at all because he was throwing up. He also cannot seem to kick the cough he’s had for the better part of two months. Sigh…

Justin turns six in a few weeks, which means he’s about to lose three-quarters of his autism funding (cause everyone knows autism is cured by age six, right? Argh.) He’s done so well in the program at the child development centre that we’re going to keep him in it one day a week, even though it’ll be $200 a month out of our pocket. He currently goes three times a week and gets speech therapy and occupational therapy as part of his package, all of it paid for by the government, but we can’t afford to keep that up. I realize we’re extremely lucky to get any funding at all, but I don’t get why the money dries up once they’re in school.

There’s a nasty windchill around here these days that really has me longing for spring. At least February’s almost over…