Our family has been blessed this Christmas. One of my precious students, whose mother just could not let her miss the holiday party even though she had a 104 degree fever, graced me with not only a huge hug but a parting uncovered sneeze resulting in all of us being diagnosed with the 11-day virus which is currently making it's way around southeast Texas.
At least that mama rewarded me with a whole $1 Target gift card before she drove away in her bright blue Hummer.
I mean, seriously, I just would've liked to have seen the look on the cashier's face when she requested ONE dollar. Really?
I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but dammit. She made me sick. On Christmas. Bah, Humbug.
I need another week.
I have done no baking. There has been no decorating. Our tree is up but it's missing an entire box of ornaments that is still sitting outside the attic door waiting to be carried downstairs. Only half of the outside lights are strung. I forgot to buy Elizabeth's music teachers gifts. We haven't looked at Christmas lights. Our Christmas dinner needs to be started.
I am completely overwhelmed with all that needs to be done before tomorrow.
I'm still trying to figure out how we'll get two sick kids out of the house long enough to bring the big stuff out before midnight. I don't even feel like digging out the big stuff.
You know what else? My mom was here last week just long enough to be coughed on and now both my parents are sick as well. Too sick to make the three hour drive to see what Santa brings.
And the ham is staying with them too.
I want a Christmas do-over.
Wondering if the kids will notice if it doesn't happen until New Years this year.
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