We had a wonderful day of family and friends and wonderful food. There were surprises and laughter and a small boy that took a long nap after seeing what Santa brought while his parents sat down to the last Harry Potter movie. We stayed up late and played with trains until my choo-choo sound was perfected. Last night, we came home weary and crawled into bed, sleeping until 7:30am.
The boys woke up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the toys again.
I woke up sick.
Friday, I spent with my son, elbows deep in play dough and wrapping paper. We played wild in the backyard with the dog and balls, then made chicken pot pie while my husband worked late. I was tired, but woke up eager and ready for Christmas Eve. Baking cookies, watching Christmas movies, attending our church candlelight service before family dinner. My husband claimed he was tired after the small boy crawled into bed, but Santa had to build a play kitchen and we were up with screwdrivers and mugs of cider until midnight.
Christmas Day saw an early wake-up, but lots of smiles and warm hearts over fresh biscuits and coffee. We rested and opened gifts and snacked…I felt wonderful yesterday. Happy and whole.
This morning? I felt like I was hit by a Mac truck. It was like my immune system through a party that said, “HOLIDAYS ARE OVER!” and took a long winter nap. Aches all over, a head cold and cough that descended upon my asthmatic lungs with no mercy. I managed to get up with the boys and help with breakfast, take down the Christmas tree through a feverish sweat, but at eleven am, I called it a day, crawling back in bed. I remained there until 5pm, ever thankful for my husband having the day off to care for our son.
I got lucky that he was home today, allowing me to rest off my aches. But I know that tomorrow when he goes back to work (and I do, too!) that I will be back on tap for daycare drop-off and pick-up, keeping the house clean (it is on the market for sale!) and having hot dinner for our family. I will have to be back in top form for the office tomorrow. I will not have the option of having a fever or staying in bed or feeling bad tomorrow.
A momma can never be sick for long.