Thanksgiving just kinda blurs into Christmas around here. Well, seeing as to how Christmas items were going on display since September, maybe autumn as a whole is blurred into Christmas. It's not that I don't love Christmas. I really, really do. It's one of my favorite times. Not for the gifts, but for the weather, the actual giving, the togetherness.
This year, I am just not feeling it. I have to say, the weather is lovely, though the odd 90 degree day still manages to show it's face every so often. It could be that I have had a constant cold since Labor day. I can't seem to get rid of the sniffles and the occassional fever.
It could be that we're all a bit under the weather. My son has the flu and strep throat, which means he stays home for the week; the hubster has some kind of respiratory infection, and I had a fever and sniffles yesterday. Today all that remains are the sniffles, so my Puffs plus tissues have not left my side. When 3 out of 3 are sick, that means things don't get done. I mean, it's December and I still have yet to get my tree and gifts for anyone.
If one of us gets knocked out of commission, it is chaos. I'm talking dirty dishes and laundry everywhere. Reasoning behind that is that I am so busy taking care of everyone that those things get put on the backburner till everyone is healthy. But when I get knocked out, it's worse than chaos. It's like a tornado ripped through my house and crapped junk all over. There are meds all over with their different water bottles, because (according to some people) you can't use the same water bottle for different meds. The living room has turned into an infirmary - blankets and pillows, snuggies and slippers galore. I am hoping that by this weekend, we will all be functional so that I can have at least have some semblance of normalcy in my life.
