We always spend the week between Christmas and New Year’s with my family.
Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, Mom, Dad…21 of us in one house.
It’s a blast.
You know what happens when 21 people are under one roof?
A lot of fun.
A lot of noise.
A never-ending supply of food.
And ice cream.
(We are at Grandma’s house, hello.)
You know what else happens when that many people are together?
If one person gets sick,
There’s a good chance we’re all going down.
This was the year for it.
I don’t know who started it.
We’re not laying any blame here.
In fact, maybe it’s best we don’t try to figure it out.
But one by one, it started taking us out.
We tried to power through as best we could.
There’s always one day during our week together that all the girls go shopping.
We’ve got Christmas money to spend, you know.
And there’s the sales.
All those glorious sales.
Throw in a few outlet stores, and you’re golden.
It’s an all day event that we look forward to the whole year.
Three generations of women, shopping together.
It’s magical, really.
The guys watch the little kids at home.
I think they usually take them for a fast food lunch.
And there’s probably a lot of video games and TV watching.
Who am I kidding?
We don’t really care what they do…
Because we’re out spending money.
With each other.
And having a leisurely lunch together.
As long as the kids are still alive when we get back,
They can do whatever they want.
This year on our shopping day, there were a few of us who were not feeling too great.
My sister-in-law had been sick for a couple of days,
But she had rested up and was determined to make it.
She powered through the day, made some good purchases.
Had a lot of fun.
She did end up at urgent care the next day, but she did not miss shopping day.
I believe she has her priorities straight.
I had this little cough that started on shopping day.
But I thought maybe if I ignored it,
It might just go away.
I had not counted on the persistence of this particular virus.
It would not be willed away by all my good intentions.
By the time we flew home from Colorado,
Three of the six of us (including myself) were down for the count.
In our living room we have two couches and one large comfy chair with an ottoman.
We each claimed one.
Alyson had the couch on the left.
Claire was on the couch to the right.
I claimed my husband’s chair and ottoman in the middle.
He’s a good man, my husband.
While I laid there for several days,
He never complained that I had taken over his special spot.
That chair was mine.
In my jammies.
With my cup of tea.
And could someone hand me the remote?
Then it was time for a nap.
Don’t mind if I do.
And then we do it all again.
This went on for days.
I think my family was a little surprised.
You see, I never get sick.
I actually believe I have a “mom shield.”
When everyone else gets a cold, I’m good.
When they get stomach flu,
I never succumb.
So this time, when I was laid out,
And got dibs on the good chair,
No one complained.
But things are easing up around here.
I’ve actually showered and dressed the last few days.
That’s a step in the right direction, I do believe.
When they said on the radio,
As I drove my kids to school this morning,
That it was January 10th already,
I was a little shocked.
How could that be?
These first few days of January have been lost in a haze of Dayquil.
And then Dayquil again.
Usually the start of a new year really gets me going.
I have plans.
And New Year’s resolutions.
What about my New Year’s resolutions?
Not this year.
This year I’m thinking maybe Valentine’s Day resolutions.