Once again, this year is proving that I should not make plans. Even my scaled-back schedule has been demolished. This time by a stomach bug.
Last Sunday (not the one that just passed), Anya vomited much of the day. We thought it was an isolated thing; her doctor even chalked it up to an upper respiratory infection. Nobody else got sick, so we thought the matter was finished.
Thursday night, Kai threw up several times. Friday morning, it was R’s turn. I spent Friday cleaning up vomit and diarrhea, and Saturday cleaning the house. Sunday was going to be my second shot at my to-do list, but I woke with stomach cramps at 4 a.m. and spent the day learning what used veggie egg rolls taste like. (Not the worst thing I’ve ever puked up, but yergh.)
No Zoo Lights. No Build-A-Bear. No mall activities (train, carousel, play area, cookie the size of Anya’s head). No shopping. No photo books for presents, because I didn’t have time to order them; calendars will have to do for this year. And the Memphis Union Mission gifts are still sitting on my counter, and my recycling bin overflows. I desperately need to dig through the gift pile and find Anya’s remaining Advent gifts.
Some of that stuff may happen still. If everyone can get well, I might be able to pull off a few activities between now and Christmas. But some of it just won’t come to pass. And I am sad, because I have really been looking forward to the activities this holiday season.
But my house is clean. (Except the bathrooms; they need cleaning again. :/) Really clean — not just tidy. So there is that.