My goodness, what a Christmas. This was certainly a memorable one.
I guess it all started on Christmas Eve. Things were going well. My in-laws came with us to Mass, we were able to find a seat (it was standing room only) and my children survived two hours in church without having to be walked around at any point. After church we went to my sister in-law's for wonderful food and presents for the kids. I stuffed myself silly and the we all had a nice time. Lily didn't even pitch a fit when we left because she was so eager for Santa to arrive.
When we got home the kids went straight to bed then Matt and I did our usual Christmas Eve thing - put together toys and wrapped like crazy. My poor guy had to assemble a bike and a fire engine. I took care of wrapping all the gifts and the stockings along with eating the cookies and drinking the milk. We made it to bed around midnight. Pooped!
At 3 am I woke up because I didn't feel so great. I thought my stomach was upset from something I ate. I couldn't get comfortable in bed, so I slept on the sofa for a while. At 6 am I got up, turned on the Christmas tree lights, then prayed to the porcelain gods. I was hoping that after I threw up I'd feel better. No such luck. I felt like crap. I crawled into bed just in time for Lily to wake up. Matt kept her at bay until 7 am, which is when we woke up Alex. I tried to enjoy watching the kids open their gifts, but I felt so bad, not to mention I spent a portion of that time in the bathroom. Why this on all days? After all the present hoopla I went back to bed. So much for my plans of cooking banana nut pancakes for the kids and preparing a big Christmas dinner for my family. I told Matt that there was no way I could cook, so we'd have to roast the turkey another day.
At around noon I crawled out of bed. Soon after, my Dad showed up with presents for everyone. Then my Mom showed up. What an awful hostess I was - they all came over prepared for a dinner that I didn't make. My Mom went on auto pilot and put the bird in the oven. Matt kept coming in the bedroom asking me questions about what else I was planning to cook. My Grandmother came by a little later to visit as well. She ended up peeling potatoes and folding my laundry. By about 2 pm I was feeling a bit better so I took a shower, which made me feel semi-human again. I was finally out of my PJ's. Once I was dressed I helped out with the preparation of the side dishes. Everything was finally ready to eat by about 4 pm. Better late than never, right? I was quite touched to see my own family all sitting around the dinner table with my Mom and Dad sharing a meal.
I think this was the first time my parents have visited at my home all day together (they're divorced). Though I was out of commission for part of it, my kids got to spend a great day with the grandparents that they don't see often. I hope this is the first of many days like this - minus the puking.