Friday, December 26, 2008

Blow by Blow

Christmas Eve 2008, my husband and I were blissfully watching the last 5 minutes of "It's a Wonderful Life" (I should've known right then that something was amiss. I mean don't get me wrong the movie is okay .... alright, I'm not gonna lie, I hate the movie. I know, I'm unAmerican, I'm unChristmas, I'm incapable of sympathy or compassion for humankind.) when from the back room we heard the unmistakable sounds of a sick child. We looked at each other. The theme music from jaws rang through the air. I knew we were in serious trouble. And that is how it began. Contrary to the title of this post, I will actually spare you the gory details of the twenty-four hours that followed. Now that I'm feeling better they are too painful to want to remember. But, I will give you the stats.

People afflicted: 7
Loads of laundry done: 8
Bodies used as carpet savers: 2
Baths administered: 5
Runs to the bathroom in between gift opening: 3

My oldest woke up this morning and said, "Mom, thanks, I really do love all my presents." I don't think she even realized what she got yesterday. It was quite an experience. I'm glad it's over. Now, me and my sister-in-law are going to Provo to watch Australia. What's that? I've already seen it twice? I know, but she hasn't seen it.


  1. Oh, double "ugh". That sucks and you were away from home which makes it suck even more. I am so sorry. =( Just think...your New Years will be fabulous - guaranteed!

  2. Thank you for revealing your true feelings about "It's a wonderful life". That is the worst thing I've ever heard in my life. I've called the police who will be by shortly to deport you to Angola. I suppose now I will not have any good excuse to reject the constant romantic invitations of "Super Nanny". *Sigh* Oh well, at least the kids will be well behaved.

  3. Been there, done that -- but not with so many kids. Yikes. And you weren't at home, right? Even worse, I am glad that you are recovered now.

  4. Britten, quadruple "ugh." I hope New Years is great because I don't think I can handle more sick.

    Jared, have fun with Jo, maybe she can make your children perfect. Call me when they are and then I'll come home. :)

    Dan, no, we weren't home, which, you're right, made it one hundred times worse. I felt so bad with my kids getting sick all over my sister in laws house. *sigh* The things we do as parents. We're home and better now so that's good.