Thursday, December 5, 2013

School Christmas Concerts and other Christmas events...

I have made no secret in here of my dislike of the Christmas season over the past several years. I have even referred to myself as a Scrooge, of sorts. Sure, I used to love Christmas, and I still believe with all my heart in the one we celebrate on December 25th...and that is Jesus, not Santa Claus, for anyone who was wondering.

However, my recent years have consistently brought with them a new kind of Christmas tradition, and that is sickness. I have learned to dread any kind of Christmas event that involves being around other people. We have had one such event this year, and that was an extended family Christmas celebration, which took place on Sunday. I tried, as usual, not to think about the buffet-style meal, and all the kids who would likely have their hands on everything. I tried to have a good attitude about it, even as all four of our kids cried on the way home from sheer exhaustion. (The event was three hours from home.) But wouldn't you know it, the sickness has already erupted, even though we missed the event the following evening. This time, the victim (so far) is Lauren, my smallest and most vulnerable child. I knew something was wrong on Tuesday when she slept in until almost 10 a.m., and then some rather unseemly diaper events confirmed my suspicion that something was wrong. This morning she slept until 10:40 a.m. and woke up in a crib full of barf. My poor little one year old.

As a result of her sickness, I missed the boys' school Christmas concert this afternoon. Yes, this is a big week for us, with two nights of hockey and a Christmas concert, and Mike's surgery coming up on Monday morning, and now I am very worried about how we are going to get through it all. My poor little sweetie is sleeping peacefully in her crib right now, and I feel horrible for her. She can't really talk that much, so she can't tell me how she is feeling. I have no idea whether she feels better or not, and technically I can't say for sure whether she has a bug or whether she ingested some kind of bacteria, as babies her age easily can. But my boys are all overtired, and I don't want them vulnerable to sickness. Tonight they have their second round of the concert (Mike will be going, so I will be here with Lauren), and tomorrow night they have hockey. I am praying that Mike and I will not get sick, because if he does, he will likely miss his surgery and have to postpone until who knows when, and if I get sick, who will take care of him and the kids after his surgery?

These are the things I hate about December. No more warm fuzzies for me when I see twinkling Christmas lights. No more excitement to put up the tree. Not even any romantic dreamy feeling when Christmas carols play. Maybe some day when my kids are older, I will enjoy this season once again. For now, dread has settled over me. I hope things won't get too bad this year, but we are not off to a very good start. And my three boys just got home, so I'm off for now.

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