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.