Not gonna lie. Christmas was kind of (not entirely, just kind of) a bust this year. And I am bummed out. Plans to spend the day with my family at my sisters place were thwarted first when my car battery, which has been on its way out, decided to die on me, leaving The Well-Travelled One and I stranded in the driveway, without a way to pick up my children from their dad's house or go and let our friend's dog out while they were away visiting their family.
After calling around, feeling horribly about interrupting people on their Christmas Day to see out a booster pack or something with which to jump my car, rescue came in the form of my friend Nic who assisted in pushing my car out of the driveway so we could hook his truck up and jump the car.
We were again thwarted when I found out that a majority percentage of my sisters family were down with a stomach flu of some sort. After some hemming and hawing I decided not to go, as Gord only knows what kind of havoc a stomach flu would have on my incomplete, still healing digestive tract. So I made the difficult decision to sit out Christmas dinner this year.
Which sucks.
Despite all my Scroogey griping in the months leading up to it, I really do enjoy Christmas, at least I enjoy the part that involves getting together with my family and the fun togetherness. It makes the stress of all the crap leading up to it (shopping, financial worries, the endless Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays debates) worth it. So it really, really bummed me out that I ended up missing out on the part I like the most.
It wasn't all bad. I did get to have time with my own kids, and got to watch them open gifts that for the first time, I got to take complete credit for. I got at least two really excited reactions to stuff that I had picked out (Angry Birds bed sheets for Reagan, and a Black Butler t-shirt that brought tears to Tierney's eyes) and got a blender for myself from the girls which is one kitchen appliance I have been missing for quite some time. I also got to try out the camera I got from work this year (but have yet to upload any pictures from).
And we had pizza for dinner. Which I don't know whether to call that a loss or a win. Because pizza. I dunno. Pizza is usually awesome. I guess I'm just feeling meh because this year, Christmas didn't feel different from any other day and I'm still bitter that I missed my other favourite holiday, Halloween. So it feels kind of unfair that they both were kind of crap, and for roughly the same reason. Any other year I would have braved the risk of illness in order to spend time with my family, but this year I had to weigh that risk because what if I got sick and threw up to the point that I ruptured something? Or got some other kind of infection.
I know I will see most of my family later in the week when everybody is feeling better, and we'll have a good time then (plus I get to meet my recently discovered cousin, which is exciting) but right now I feel like I've been ripped off.
it sucks having to miss a holiday. i had my gallbladder out two days before thanksgiving last year, so i spent the entire long weekend in my recovery nest on pain killers. i can't imagine having to sit it all out while feeling okay. but you do have to do what is best for you. the risk of infection was high enough that i would have agreed with you staying home. i think you made a good (albeit sad) decision. and at least you got to spend some quality time with your kids.
ReplyDeletealso, pizza is always a win. i still think christmas pizza is a win.
I bet it was better than you thought. Mine was good because of the women. They also make Christmas bearable.
ReplyDeletealso, you tag line? In a Beatles vs Rolling Stones world, think of me as the Kinks
Happy New Year, goddess