I've been working pretty hard over the last year, and so I planned to take some time off this week. I get the Monday and the Friday as paid holidays anyway, and so I scheduled to take three days of vacation. We were going to visit friends and family, go to the park, play games, and all sorts of things. Instead, just after dinner on Christmas Eve I came down with a nasty chest cold, which I still have this morning. Jane's no better; she's had the same cold for at least a week and a half, and she's been pushing to do all of the seasonal Mommy things as well. So we've been doing the bare minimum.
In my case, that has meant doing some desultory reading and playing endless hours of video games. "What!" you say, "You've been playing video games and leaving your sick wife to look after the kids?" Well, no. The three older kids like to watch me play, which by happy coincidence means that they leave Jane alone. Mary, our youngest, has been making up for that, though. She's not been feeling well either, and she's going through a stage where only Mommy can make her feel better.
There are really only two upsides to all of this: first, I didn't come down with this monster until after the Christmas Eve service, so our music director wasn't short a singer; and second, I'd already planned to be off work this week so it isn't going to affect my project's schedule.
Well, OK, three--I'm spending a lot of time with my kids. But I planned to do that anyway, and it would have been much more fun if we all felt better.
Update: Make that four upsides. Over the last five or six years we've had guests come to stay with us between Christmas and New Years more often than not; this year, we didn't. God is good.Posted by Will Duquette at December 29, 2005 08:39 AM