A Year in Review – Day 24
….My advice? Get sick. Really sick. So sick you can’t leave the house. Over the last three weeks either me, my husband or one of our three kids has been sick. Some of us have been sick at the same time. Some of us have had different sicknesses. Some of us have gotten sick, then gotten well, then gotten sick again. We try to keep it interesting and so far in this cold and flu season, we definitely have.
So this means that my usual high-paced, relentless holiday schedule has to come to a grinding halt. After all, I’m trying to make memories here and that usually means participating in every child-related Santa activity that I can drag us to — from Santa flying in by helicopter to riding the Christmas train to making a gingerbread house weighted down with so much candy no gingerbread person in their right mind would ever dare enter.
And we’ve done none of it. We’ve barely left the house except for doctor’s appointments. Which means we also couldn’t take pictures for Christmas cards (Uh, if you could just prop your head off the pillow and say cheese!) or send presents to any friends or family. Oh, sure, I have the gifts to send but there was no way I could stand in line at the post office with three sick kids coughing wildly in all directions and potentially infecting an entire zip code.
At first not being able to participate in my usual Christmas frenzy sent me into a panic. What about our memories? What are people going to say? Aren’t they going to be annoyed with us for not sending them anything? And I always send a Christmas card. Sure, I could sent a “New Years” card, but those are for the weak and disorganized. It’s a card that says to the world, “We just couldn’t get it together.” (I’m planning on a New Years card, by the way.)
So those were my thoughts as the sick days of December spread into the sick weeks of December. But then, miraculously, my guilt and panic started to ease. After all, hanging out at home in our pajamas drinking tea was actually sort of nice. No crowded stores. No traffic. Just us. But still, I couldn’t shake the feeling I was disappointing everyone, my kids especially. This was not the magical holiday that I had anticipated.
But then, the other day, August walked up to me and said —
August: “Mommy, am I still sick?”
Me: “Yes, you still have a fever.”
August: “So that means we can’t go anywhere?”
Me: “Yes, I’m so sorry, honey. We can’t go anywhere.”
August: “Yay! We get to stay home!”
And then August wandered off to play with his Christmas train some more.
Oh. Okay. So staying home in your pajamas actually is magical.
You’re right. It is.
Now you tell me.