The flu has been using me like a hacky sack. It started at 6:15am on Christmas morn. Not with me, mind you, but with the Oldest Urchin. I made it to the bathroom just in time to hold her hair back.
Sigh. She was rather pathetic. By 6:30 she was lamenting, "Why did this have to happen on a national holiday? Why not an ordinary day?!?" She's nothing if not a dramatic nine year old.
The Man and I had laid down the law on Christmas Eve. No Urchin was allowed to get out of bed before 7am. So true to form, I tucked the Oldest Urchin into the guest futon with me, and she bounced back with abnormal speed.
O.U. - "Twelve minutes until Christmas starts, Mom." "Eight minutes."
Only seven minutes left, Mommy."
Me - "Close your eyes. And quit talking to me with puke breath."
O.U. (seriously unfazed) *crazy kid whisper only achievable on Christmas morning* "Five minutes left!"
Me- "How do you know there's only five minutes if your eyes are closed?"
O.U. "Ummm" *devious silence* "Santa told me?"
So package ripping commenced at 7:01 am and ended at approximately 7:03. Round two of flu vomiting began a little after 9. Then around 11, I got hit.
I'd finally been well enough to get a flu shot on Dec. 23rd. Okay, it probably didn't take hold until a few days later, so I was able to hold off most of my disgruntledness in the name of accurate science. But then I got hit again with the flu on the 28th and 29th! WTH flu shot? C'MON!!!
The only upside is that I lost 5 pounds over the holidays. Soon to be put back right where they were with the upcoming devouring of the last of the Christmas cookies that have been calling to me all day.
So I'm barely back in the saddle, and I have to report to the new year's eve drop in about an hour. I hope your holidays treated you a little better, and that Santa was very good to you.
Have a happy new year!
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