I think it will be a new Christmas tradition. British breakfast, not the flu. Actually, this was the first year we had Christmas morning as a family. We decided our family was finally big enough where it wouldn’t be drop dead boring to hang out with each other. We’re our own party now.I had put a lot of planning into Christmas this year and even had the matching pink and red jammies for a photogenic Christmas morning. I buttoned up one girl and stood back to look at her when she puked on the whole schmear. Repeat on down the line. You take what you can get I guess.
Having the flu over Christmas was kinda fortunate in a way. It gave mommy a big ol’ chill pill. Instead spending all Christmas Eve cleaning my house, I went to bed. Instead of rushing around Christmas morning, I lounged drunkenly in one chair, waved my hand about and said, “Sure, open it.” And instead of doing DIY projects all week, I ended up laying on Grammy’s couch watching Carmen Miranda movies with Jael.
And lo and behold, a pink mixer. Which I am now returning. I thought it was a mini one, like the Sunbeams usually are, but it’s full size. Which won’t even fit in Jael’s new bake station. I’m thinking I’ll do a vintage three quart Hobart instead. After I spray paint it, naturally.
Gideon trying his new harmonica next to his new tool/Lego chest. The boys got their Legos out of the attic and spent Christmas break sorting them. Did I mention it locks? It does. Makes clean-up a breeze! 😉
The kids really made short work of of their huge gift pile. Personally, I thought it was just the right amount of presents without being overkill. Boy thought there could have been more presents. Then I reminded him how much money I had spent and he said, “Nope, that’s good.”
They found the breakfast tea still sitting on the table. “I know, let’s have a tea party right here on the rug!” I just sat there and took their picture. Zombie mommy. Isn’t she grand? (Notice how all of these pictures are from the exact same angle.)
Jehu joining in.Shortly afterwards I told the kids to grab two pairs of pants and get in the car. We barely made it to Jerome. An hour and a half later we walked into the door of Marc’s parents’ house and passed out. It was like a relay race.
They’re all yours now.
We eventually came to on Friday and drove home. Marc and I took turns steering while the other coughed their brains out. Sunday I drug myself out of bed and disinfected both bathrooms. Monday I went to the grocery store, cleaned the basement, and reclaimed my humanity. Tuesday I finished cleaning the whole house, finished the laundry, washed the laundry sorter, changed the sheets, washed the duvet, and caught up on blogging. Wednesday I put all the Christmas stuff away. And today I’m hanging pictures, spray painting, reworking my schedule, and making New Year’s resolutions. I sidled up to Boy, who looked at me suspiciously and asked, “You’re not going to talk to me about New Year’s resolutions, are you?” I laughed and said, “No, I wouldn’t do that! …I’m jut going to make you a list.” 🙂