Do not under ANY circumstances attempt to pluck your eyebrows IN BED, by the light of a dim bed side lamp, after 2 glasses of wine and a re-visit from the vomit fairie for both children. It ain’t pretty.
*sigh*
ok.I will whine NO MORE about this Christmas. I woke up this morning feeling like a new woman! I think the illness helped me lose the weight I put on last week! HURRAY FOR THAT!
So for now, as the last of the whining I wanted to share with you a photo of our boxing day. Just about when dinner was ready (remember NO christmas dinner here yet).
Anyway this was taking yesterday sometime between 5 and 7pm.
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See how lovely I truly am? That hair? Not washed in like DAYS! I don’t even remember how long (I did shower today though thank you). That kid? Sans bath since Thursday, he’s actually STUCK on me.
Anyway we are all showered and cleaned. We’ve recovered quite nicely. I’m planning Christmas dinner for New Year’s day. And that will be that.
I almost went running today. The sun was out (still freaking cold though) and I thought..ahhh a run would be great. Then I got winded climbing the stairs to put running clothes on and remembered that I hadn’t eaten in 3 days. Perhaps tomorrow.
Ugh.
I can’t believe it’s over. Christmas is over. All that build up, all the shopping all that wrapping and the big day was a total NON-event.
Noah was still sick last night, and once again slept on the couch with Chris. Brendan spent the day in bed. Sure signs he was ill were (other than the projectile vomit) that he LOST to me at checkers (a first for us) and a lego set left UNOPENED yesterday.
I fell ill about 5pm last night. We did not have Christmas dinner…infact Brendan and I ate nothing. Chris and Noah had scrambled eggs at some point yesterday evening.
I wish I could give them a do-over for the entire Christmas experience. This wasn’t fair to them. Not fair at all.
And now it’s boxing day and here we sit, with a tree losing it’s needles faster than you can sweep them up. A drive still partially un-shoveled from Thursdays snow storm. It’s noon and the little one is still unconcious on the couch.
There are heaps of Chrsitmas candies untouched and a number of christmas toys and presents unplayed with still sealed in their cartons.
UGH!
Poor guys.
Happy Boxing day.
Well. I don’t really know.
It’s a loooonnng story. Are you sure you’re up to it?
Ok…
On Thursday Noah had an odd day. He didn’t eat much and wasn’t really his happy go lucky self. We put him to bed and started to watch a movie (or something…it’s all a blur now) when we heard a cry from his room. Rock, paper scissors dictated that Chris go and investigate. What awaited him was a crib full of vomit and one mad ass baby new to the concept of hurling. So we scrubed and changed and attempted to re-hydrate him. It was too late in the evening to even think about making it a store to buy Gravol, so we rode it out. Almost NO sleep and a bazillion pukes, each one announced with a look of sheer panic, a hand over the mouth and a sad sad cry of “Noooooo!”, brought us to Christmas eve day. Noah awoke at 9am (on the couch with Chris) with no doubt a FOUL dead cat kind of taste in his mouth, but was actually jubilant and immediately commenced bouncing to and fro around the house, must’ve been something he ate, we thought. It seemed our visit to Chris’ Dad’s house would not be canceled afterall…..hurrah (sarcasm).
So late in the afternoon we head off to father-inlaw’s place (AKA The Sour Kraut). We arrive later than expected (big whoop the baby was ILL!) and make no apologies, mostly because I am not speaking to (another story for another day)either the Sour Kraut or his Wench (a fellow widow who is dumb as a stick).
Gifts were handed out, to the children. NOT ONE For Chris…his ONLY child. (rudness). Cookies and chocolates for the kids….NOTHING for us.
We were in and out in under 2 hours. SUCCESS!! Entrance AND exit executed without a hug or kiss to or from either of them involving me. Again, SUCCESS!
The Sour Kraut tried to confirm dinner plans for our house the next day. We mumbled something non-commital and made a hasty re-treat.
We got home, ate exchanged family presents (I got a Tilley) and quickly took Noah upstairs to play with the new bits to his train.
A tsunami of spew hit the track before we could do anything. The bullet train was derailed and cars were flung everywhere. OH THE HUMANITY! OH NO the stores are now closed. Oh no we have 3 hours of gift wrapping to do.
But he went to bed and stayed there. We got all of our wrapping done had a drink of wine and hit the sack.
Christmas morning was a success! We had oodles of presents and tons of fun. We made homemade waffles with home made blueberry sauce and whipped cream.
Odd Brendan opted for no breakfast and was not even nipping into the christmas cookies or candies or cakes. Then suddenly a dash! A flash of old navy red across the living room and SPLAT the sound of a stomach being turned inside out into the toilet (at least). Brendan now has whatever Noah had. Both kids are now in bed. At 2 in the afternoon on xmas day. Chris is playing with their toys and I am secretly happy to have canceled Christmas dinner for today.
I am positive that by tomorrow Chris and I will both be heaving our partially digested stomach contents out of our bodies at high velocity, so for now I am gorging myself on neglected holiday treats! It’s like mother Nature bulemia.
Hope you all had a Happy (and healthy) Holiday.
blech
I give you our annual new jammie xmas eve photo.
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Today the mail man (did not knock down Santa) rang my bell (my DOOR bell you pervs). And he handed me not only phone bills but a oddly large white styrofoam. Almost Pamalamadingdong proof with so much tape.
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What I found inside, was SO decadent…SOOOOOO perfect, it quickly became my breakfast.
Jon sent me a Christmas present!
