It's like clockwork

Every year, at some point during the holidays, I get a stomach bug. Some years I've been hit so hard I ended up hooked up to an IV in the ER. Other years I had to skip Christmas dinner because I couldn't handle any food.

So I guess I should count myself lucky that this year I didn't end up in either of those situations. But I've just spent the last 24 hours in the bathroom, and though I guess I'm over the worst of it, I still can't handle food. And Christmas is in a day and a bit. Few gifts are wrapped. And we're heading out to my in-laws Christmas morning, and the kids' stuff isn't packed. Oh, and the house would probably have looked better if a hurricane had just zipped through.

My parents have been helping out like they can while I was sick. But at the end of the day, they have stuff to get ready for the holidays, too. So I'm paying a fortune to hire the teenage girl next door to watch the kids for the rest of the day while hubby and I clean, pack and wrap. Actually, it'll be mostly hubby who does that stuff since I'm still feeling so crappy. Poor guy.

Bonus is that I've been locked up away from much of the recent stress so it's been easy for me to be a good girl! No screaming. Very little swearing, and it wasn't directed at anyone. Obviously, I failed at the cleanliness part but I'm doing everything humanly possible to remedy that today.

So, off I go! Hopefully I'll post tomorrow, if not, Merry Christmas!