The past week is a bit of a blur. I’d like to say it’s because Christmas was so magical that I can’t describe the joy. But instead I must report a terrible bout of flu that has hit all 11 of us, starting on December 23 and still hanging on.
Yes, we spent Christmas with 4 of the kids lying on the couch opening presents like it was about the last thing they wanted to do. One was so sick she could barely lift her head and Levi pulled things out of his stocking and without even looking at them would drop them on the floor and close his eyes….tortured by the whole, terrible gift opening requirement. The 5 kids that were well enough to enjoy it were falling down sick by the evening.
No decking the halls around here.
I, myself, made it through Christmas and didn’t get sick until the weekend. I don’t seem to be as bad as the rest of the bunch, which is a blessing since someone has to be making soup and washing sheets.
I am pretty sure I have washed more sheets than your average person washes over the holiday week, including hotel maids and hospital janitors.
But you know what? It still been a sweet time and we are all together and I think it will go down in all of our memories as a very special Christmas. It’s oddly relaxing. To me it will always be known as the “Great Flu of 2013”.
While it will probably dampen our usual New Year’s Eve festivities of drinking sparkling cider and falling asleep by 10:00 even though we want to stay awake until midnight, we will carry on. We may not see the ball drop, but the celebratory coughing will ring in the new year with gusto!
Who needs fireworks anyway?