Usually the day after Christmas is spent picking up wayward pieces of tape, chasing after batteries for new toys, eating leftover turkey and cuddling watching new movies or playing new games, kicking the after-Christmas buzz and trying to get life to return somewhat normal after the holiday high.
This Christmas was anything but usual.
It seems illness decided to crash the party, and half of the day was spent with everyone trying to catch up on sleep they hadn’t had the night before. It was filled with coughs, running noses, antibacterial sprays, fevers, medicine and laundry galore. Not exactly what the doctor ordered.
Today, several hours was spent at an urgent care facility that our military insurance probably isn’t going to cover, but was needed nonetheless.
I hated not being home for Christmas. I hate it even more, now, that my babies are sick and we’re not home at all, let alone all of it being at Christmas.
I hope your holidays were spent booger-free!
