Christmas Eve, just before 6AM.
We had big plans for this morning; namely, getting up when the kids do (instead of sleeping in a bit while they watch cartoons) and heading into town for some last-minute shopping at the farmer’s market. I need potatoes, carrots, and brussels sprouts for dinner; also sausages for breakfast tomorrow once the presents are opened; and since I am housebound much of the time and did my gift shopping back in October I feel like I need to exchange Christmas greetings with many random folks in order to really get in the spirit.
But the best-laid plans and all that… Hubs woke up an hour ago with a headache so bad it pulled him out of a sound sleep, and Harry got up soon afterward complaining of pains in his stomach. Got Hubs medicated and settled back down to rest, then offered comfort while poor Harry bolted for the bathroom and exploded out both ends. They’re both asleep now but of course I’m up, and I’ll soon make a pot of coffee and start my day, hoping against hope that they both feel better (and that Ron and I don’t catch it, whatever it is).
I hope that wherever you are and whatever your plans for the holidays, you are with the people you love… that your stress levels aren’t too unreasonable… that you find some time for you in the midst of all the bustling around making things happen for other people. May your stockings be full of awesome, your turkey be moist, and your coffee always have eggnog.