I know no one but me really reads this, but it's a good reminder for me. I *think* we're all on the downhill side of a week of illnesses. Last week, I had a sinus'thing' and a stiff neck. It really hurt. I got over that on Friday, but then came down with the pukies on Saturday afternoon. I hate pukies. yuck. Sunday morning, both my kids wake up with colds. I am indeed counting my blessings that a) I was sick on a weekend so my husband could take over as the resident human for 18 hours, and b) the kids woke up with colds and not involuntary protein spills.
So yesterday afternoon, I get home from a walk with the kids (it was 62 degrees on November 27 -- what's up with that?) and my poor husband was sitting in the family room, complete with blanket up to his chin. Luckily, he was spared any pukage, but he felt pretty crappy just the same. He went to work today. I hope he feels better as the day wears on.
Aside from the sickness, we're trying to decorate the house for the holidays, and it is going very slowly. We had just moved in and didn't decorate at all last year, so I'm trying to figure out how to do it this year. Our previous home's exterior was much easier to make festive, as it turns out. I'm about this > < close to buying a bunch of those 8-foot-tall inflatable Santas and snowmen and maybe a Spongebob for good measure and putting them all out in my sizeable yard. My kids would be convinced that I'm the best mom ever. But people might drive by and take pictures of my yard and then post them on the internet as examples of extreme Christmas tackiness.
So anyway, thats most of what is happening in my life. I now need to go finish washing my down comforter upon which a cat puked up faux pine garland. Ah, the joys of Christmas and pets. At least I was smart enough to buy plastic ornaments for the lower third of the tree. I hope that we'll be all healthy enough to get a tree sometime this week.