So last night, at work, my fever finally broke. Thank god! I think everyone thought i was going to keel over and die any minute in my nineteen thousand layers of clothes, while it was 60 outside.
Of course now i can finally come to terms with the fact that we are the only house left in our neighborhood that didn’t run out immediately after stuffing ourselves Thanksgiving and put up all of our Christmas stuff. So i hauled out the holly and lights and put some up on the outside. At least i took down the Autumn Leaves. I still need to add to the outside, but at least now i don’t need to bow my head in sham when a neighborhood mother comes by and tsk tsk’s my lack of holiday cheer. I swear i will never judge a person by their seasonal decor again.
I am getting together my Christmas Card list, which in terms of scary numbers, is SUPER scary. We send to a lot of people. DH’s family is about 40+ people and then my 20+ family members and then so many friends. I get faint thinking about all the writing. I like to put personal notes in all of my cards, because sometimes i don’t get the time during the year to reach out to these people. Let’s face it, i am lucky to get dressed and out of the house much less have an intelligent conversation. So a personal note is just my way of thanking them for understanding that i am a sucky communicator.
For my friends that read me here. See it isn’t just you.
That’s right. I have the flu. The boys are well, of course and full of energy. I on the other hand want to die. I have the fever, fatigue, muscle aches and sore throat, but oh i should be thankful nothing else the doctor said.
Really, thankful? Yes i am thankful. So thankful i am going to crawl into this corner and pray for my children to run each other tired. Mommy hasn’t got the strength for it.
Side note: nursing while one has a feve, is a mind numbing pain.
Truth be told, no i did not. I was so busy running around trying to keep the serving dishes filled or the ice bucket full (seriously, it was 75 outside, we had to run the AIR CONDITIONER!) and make sure that my kids actually ate to eat anything myself. But it was crazy and fun. Everyone came and we all had a really good time together. No one fought, cried or threatened anyone, totally unprecedented for my family. All in all a great day. I hope yours was the same.
That’s right folks every year the day before Thanksgiving is Pie Day at our house.
I start out early in the morning and bake through the day. I make tons of pies, cookies and desserts for the feast and for friends and family who want to come by today and take something home. I started this years ago at the request of several friends who wanted pies because they didn’t bake. They would come over and hang out hoping i would take pity and give them one. So pie day was born.
Now with all these people coming and J having the flu, but most likely being better I am wondering about the two babies that will be coming to the feast. My sister’s 1 month old and my cousin’s 3 month old? Anyone have advise for this? Are they in danger? I can guarantee that J will be nowhere near the baby’s as he doesn’t like them at all, he won’t even come into the same room with them. Also he isn’t coughing or sneezing, just a fever and fatigue. I currently have towels on the couches (after one stomach flu that last a week, i got tired of washing the couch cushions) and blankets on the floor (reflux babies, clean carpet or clean blanket? blanket is WAY easier) and these things will be cleaned and put away for the feast. Also i am the queen of clorox and the house will be sanitized an hour before everyone gets there while the boys nap.
I am calling the pediatrician today to make sure that the babies will be alright, I would never put anyone in harms way and i have called people and told them. Maybe i will keep J upstairs, he would probably be happier there anyways.
Since i have the largest house, all the food and cooking ability, no one else will take on turkey day. SO it is ALL me.
Today i will be cleaning up Weeble Village and the Little People hell that occupies the front part of my dining room. Polishing the wood floors, washing the blankets and towels to make sure J doesn’t spread the flu to the other two and cleaning the bathroom.
M has really stepped up and helped out, cleaning a room a night really thoroughly. Thank god!