Sleeping with Baby Jesus
I woke up yesterday with a sore throat. Since it was only 2:30 a.m., I gargled with Listerine which made me gag a little and shudder and wonder what kind of sadist suggested this magic cure. Then I went back to bed and slept until 6:30 a.m. when my daughter woke up. Her tummy's been upset, so the weekend was full of trips to the bathroom and hot baths.
Yesterday in between running bathwater and wiping her bottom, I dragged out the boxes of Christmas decorations and the tree. I assembled the tree without too much trouble, but then ran out of working tree lights. Why and how Christmas tree lights die over the course of the year while simply lounging in a box in the storage room is beyond me. One of the great mysteries of life, truly. So, I tossed a set out and the top section of my tree is naked. I purchased more lights tonight--the most expensive ones sold by Target--and tomorrow, I'll string them up.
The kids put the ornaments on. My tree is a hodge-podge mess, but the kids adore it. They put two or three ornaments on a branch and hide the best ornaments in unviewable branches and put weird, homemade ornaments front and center. Their technique leaves something to be desired, but brings them great joy.
My daughter believes decorations are meant to be handled, which explains why she keeps stealing Baby Jesus and one cute snowman. This morning, while I huddled under the covers, staying as still as possible to avoid jarring my headachey head, she tucked in Baby Jesus next to me. Sleep in heavenly peace.
I spent the afternoon finishing up the decorations and cleaning up the subsequent mess. Mess? Well, last night, my 7-year old entertained my 3-year old for quite a while in the living room. I enjoyed listening to them giggle while they played with the two-foot tall Nutcracker. Then, I peeked at them to discover my son cracking actual nuts. Huh? I said, "Hey, what are you doing?" and he said, "Cracking nuts," and I said, "Huh? Where'd you get nuts?" and he said, "From my drawer from the nature walk we took when I found acorns."
And then, I practically saluted and ordered them to "Carry on!" because I was so impressed by his ingenuity and her glee.
I hate facing another week of school with a cold, but in light of the "Things Could Always Be Worse" file, I will not complain. Much.
Yesterday in between running bathwater and wiping her bottom, I dragged out the boxes of Christmas decorations and the tree. I assembled the tree without too much trouble, but then ran out of working tree lights. Why and how Christmas tree lights die over the course of the year while simply lounging in a box in the storage room is beyond me. One of the great mysteries of life, truly. So, I tossed a set out and the top section of my tree is naked. I purchased more lights tonight--the most expensive ones sold by Target--and tomorrow, I'll string them up.
The kids put the ornaments on. My tree is a hodge-podge mess, but the kids adore it. They put two or three ornaments on a branch and hide the best ornaments in unviewable branches and put weird, homemade ornaments front and center. Their technique leaves something to be desired, but brings them great joy.
My daughter believes decorations are meant to be handled, which explains why she keeps stealing Baby Jesus and one cute snowman. This morning, while I huddled under the covers, staying as still as possible to avoid jarring my headachey head, she tucked in Baby Jesus next to me. Sleep in heavenly peace.
I spent the afternoon finishing up the decorations and cleaning up the subsequent mess. Mess? Well, last night, my 7-year old entertained my 3-year old for quite a while in the living room. I enjoyed listening to them giggle while they played with the two-foot tall Nutcracker. Then, I peeked at them to discover my son cracking actual nuts. Huh? I said, "Hey, what are you doing?" and he said, "Cracking nuts," and I said, "Huh? Where'd you get nuts?" and he said, "From my drawer from the nature walk we took when I found acorns."
And then, I practically saluted and ordered them to "Carry on!" because I was so impressed by his ingenuity and her glee.
I hate facing another week of school with a cold, but in light of the "Things Could Always Be Worse" file, I will not complain. Much.
posted by Melodee at Sunday, December 04, 2005
3 Comments:
Hey Mel!
I love that kind of a Christmas tree...just general hodgepodge. and how precious your little one tucking baby Jesus in with you to make you feel better.
I remember the days of sick with kids (i was a single mom of 3) and it was no fun functioning no matter how sick.
Now, of course, its not an issue with them all grown and gone, but I don't remember getting as sick as often then as I do now! :(
cris
I've hard the sore throat and cold thing for a few days. While it's not the most virulent attack that I've ever experienced, I had one or two almost-sleepless nights.
I am so impressed you can mutli-task so well. And while sick! Very impressive.
And how ingenious of your kids!
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