Erica’s Blog

We all have our different Christmas traditions, from how and when we decorate our trees (in our house not till around the 10th of December), when we exchange gifts (Hubby’s dad’s side:  Christmas Eve; my family:  Christmas morning), and what we eat for breakfast Christmas Day (waffles!  waffles!  waffles since the year we got married!) to what we do before opening gifts, if anything (family “Happy Birthday, Jesus” devotional).

Well, at this point, I might as well face it.  Our family has a tradition we’ve been loth to admit:  illness.  Yupp.  It doesn’t happen every year, but it seems more like Christmas when someone in our family is sick.  Last year, as you may remember, it was Thing Two’s turn to be sick. This year, well, it’s my turn.  Yupp.  Tuesday morning, I woke up with a hnkhnh in my throat.  By Wednesday afternoon, I was fighting a fever.  The fever never quite caught me, but I’m still feeling lousy.  At this very moment, Hubby & the Things are at Big Mike’s celebrating with their family, Rick/Adri and the boys.  Feh.  I managed to do some dishes & some laundry and a lot of vegging.  As soon as I get the sheets through the dryer, I’m taking some more Sudafed and going back to bed.  Feh.

As traditions go, I think I prefer the waffles…

Thing One had an unfair advantage:  her classmate’s dad is a manager for Red Ribbon Bakery (ya gotta say that with a Filipino accent), so he scored the Disney stuff.  I’d still say Thing Two’s is great for kindergarten, eh?