Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather

Well, it's so cold outside that I'm depressed. I never get warmed, my feet especially. I just want to lie on the couch with a blanket and watch TV. Fall asleep. It's a whole 7 degrees out right now, and the wind chill is well below zero. My house is old and not very efficient. The floors are like ice, especially the kitchen and bathroom. You can feel a breeze on your feet in the kitchen. The pots and pans are ice cold. Talk about good insulation. We had frozen pipes this morning.
Anyway, this blog has turned into a diary of Grace's medical issues, but whatever. It's my blog. And that seems to be the main thing going on right now, taking up my energy and giving me another ulcer. Of course, the coffee doesn't help. But for now I have to mention my firstborn's health. He has had strep throat 5 times in the last 4 months, and we are seeing an ENT specialist, probably to talk about getting his tonsils out. I would rather not have to do surgery, but I would also rather he not be sick all the time with this sore throat. His tonsils are HUGE. He is so much like me. I was the same way as a child. And, he's a good speller like me. He has never missed a word on a spelling test in school. It just comes naturally, like reading. His determination and intelligence and sensitivity amaze me sometimes. When he wants to do something, he works and works at it non-stop until he gets it. With everything from blowing bubbles with bubble gum to standing on his head. He was crossing the monkey bars at the park at age 4 because he wanted to. He got shoes with shoelaces when he started kindergarten because he wanted to learn how to tie his shoes. He never quits until he gets it. I admire that, and I guess he gets some of that from me. In some areas of my life I have been very determined, I know.
Anyway, Garrett is sick again. Drew is doing just fine. And Grace is getting another tooth. Maybe that's why she has been so whiny today. She wants to eat CONSTANTLY and I am not exaggerating. I get so tired of getting her food to eat that I feel relieved when she takes a nap or goes to bed at night. That's awful, I know. We have taken her off wheat again, and now her GI doctor wants to do a sweat test for Cystic Fibrosis. Not that she thinks she has it, but....So naturally I worry about the results. If she does have it, it's very mild. She most likely doesn't. UGH. This blog is all over the place. I better stop now.