I’ll Take Care of You

I hope everybody had a great Christmas.  Mine was fabulous. 

At 3:00 a.m. on Christmas Eve, I woke up to my baby girl crying.  I went to her room to calm her down.  I climbed in bed with her so that I could cuddle her until she went to sleep.  Just moments later I saw the first signs of the fact that she had the flu.  I stayed up with my baby girl and raced her to the sink every fifteen minutes from that point on until 7:00 a.m. 

By 9:00 a.m. everybody but my husband had fallen victim to the nasty bug that somehow  invaded our bodies.  My first thoughts were how awful it was that we were all sick on Christmas Eve.  But as the day went on somewhere amidst the trips to the powder room, I remember thinking to myself, “this is kinda nice.”  Morbid, I know.

But in all seriousness, for my family Christmas Eve is a time for celebration.  So much so that our day is planned out with extended family meals and get-togethers from sun-up until sun-down.  This Christmas Eve was far distant from that.  I spent the entire day in my jammies snuggled up to my kids watching Christmas movies.  The kids felt terrible, I felt terrible, and the only thing we all wanted to do was curl up with each other.  Minus the yucky part, I really can’t think of a better way to spend the day.