the star wasn't up on the tree
It’s day 4 of some sore throat/cough nonsense that has left me feeling like the mom in one of our favorite Christmas books ‘ The night before the night before Christmas ’. In the book, the mom has the flu and is stuck in bed. Her well intentioned family has disaster after disaster befall them: cookies burn, line for Santa is too long, trees aren’t up, lights are not hung. I’ve done nothing for the past four days except lay around in bed in my PJs watching Gilmore Girls and keeping the kids in the other room and my voice as mum as possible. I had to postpone a party we were hosting and skip on one I wanted to go to. I miss my family. I miss being able to do anything but cough and take cold medication. Also...don’t take Robitussin in the daytime if you’re weak like me and have been on a steady diet of chicken soup and crackers and assume to be able to function for work. this will f you up (compliment) When a mom goes down around Christmas, oof. How does the magic happen without Mrs. Clau...