That’s what I’ve been.
Completely obsessed with finishing my annual Shutterfly album! Each year, I put together a Family Yearbook that chronologically highlights our happenings from the previous year. These albums are complete with journaling that I pull from the letters that I periodically write to my children. Yes, I know it’s all a little crazy. It takes me weeks – WEEKS, I tell ya, to choose the photos, customize the layouts (Yes, I am that person), and add journaling to each section. Then, I spend a lot of time proofreading….and proofreading…and proofreading some more. All while trying to decide how to successfully stack every.single.Shutterfly.coupon.code I’ve been able to find on-line. (Do you text your friends about all of this like I do? It’s really a huge deal to us…especially around the holidays.) Anyway, I love it…but it’s also stressful…especially toward the end…
…and I push myself. I stay up late. I get up early. For a few weeks leading up to the holidays, I eat, drink, sleep, and breathe Shutterfly. It’s ridiculous.
This kind of behavior is risky. The lack of sleep makes me crazy…and cranky…and did I mention that I’m cranky when I’m tired? And you know what else? I end up with a weakened immune system, which is why I found myself with a cold right smack dab on Thanksgiving Day!
On Thanksgiving Eve Eve, I thought a cold might be coming. On Thanksgiving Eve (That’s a thing, right?), I started to feel like my head alone weighed 973 pounds. By Thanksgiving morning, a cold was officially raging, and I was miserable (and still cranky). Just for the record, I believe this cold was contracted from a cheese sampling booth at a recent Christmas Show I attended. Anyway, in an effort to keep from ruining the day for my family, I motrined up, grabbed a box of tissues, crammed a cough drop in my mouth and faked my way through the Macy’s Parade and Thanksgiving lunch with my crew. Following the carb-laden lunch that I could barely taste, we all took a nap. It was glorious.
Typically we start putting up our Christmas decorations on Thanksgiving night, but there was no way that was going to happen with Betty McStuffy here carrying one-thousand pounds around on her neck. So we opted for taking it easy…maybe watching a Christmas movie…just hanging out around the house with the kids. It was going to be just the thing to help me nurse my annual cold that had unfortunately hit on a holiday this year. Boo!
Hubby ran upstairs to change in to some lounge wear or whatever men call our version of sweatpants and a t-shirt. While he was preparing for an evening of relaxation, I sat down on the couch to feed my littlest one, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched my middle kiddo take a nasty fall out of his seat at the kitchen table – and HE WAS HOLDING A PAIR OF SCISSORS! I panicked.
I never panic.
Yes, I do.
I always panic.
Well, not always, but sometimes.
My kid falls with scissors in his hand? I panic!
I began screaming “DAVID! We’ve got to go! We’ve got to go to the hospital now! Isaac needs stitches!”
(Like I said, I never panic.)
David ran downstairs, but when he saw the scene, he was forced to run back upstairs and finish dressing. We.had.to.go. #blood
We threw the kids in the car (Imagine what that was like.), and made our way to the hospital. Would you believe that we were in and out of that emergency room in under 30 minutes? Yes. I couldn’t believe it. After deciding that our little man didn’t need stitches after all, they gave us a few instructions, and sent us on our way. With three kids in tow, we were so appreciative that we didn’t have to stay there very long.
We made our way back home, and before entering the house, I decided we needed to snap a quick family photo. Here we are – Wild man and mama both sporting arm bracelets from the hospital.
We were so thankful that our little man was okay, and grateful that we had the upcoming weekend to take care of Christmas decorating, because between my cold and an unfortunate scissor accident, no stockings had been hung by the chimney with care…no dishes had been done either.
We made our way in side…to the refrigerator…so we could each eat another piece (or two) of pie, and that night, our heads hit the pillow as early as possible. Well, my head didn’t actually hit the pillow…because I had to sleep sitting up…because I couldn’t breathe. It reminded me of the last three months of each of my pregnancies. I digress.
The next morning, I still wasn’t feeling great. Black Friday shopping? You’ve got to be kidding me.
When I get a cold, I always fear that a double-ear infection is on its way…because this has happened to me many times. Yes, I am in the 3% of adults who get ear infections. I found that stat on Wikipedia. That’s how I know it’s true.
Anyway, the morning after that, still…yuck. Our doctor’s offices were closed, so I considered going to Urgent Care or the emergency room, but the wait time…well, let’s just say, I wouldn’t have been in and out in under 30 minutes…and the employees I talked to? Well, they weren’t exactly in the holiday spirit. So I made my way to CVS and purchased some nasal spray. I felt this was a necessary addition to the tylenol, motrin, essential oil, chicken noodle soup, hot tea, and honey routine I had been doing. A sinus infection was setting in, and I needed to do something stat!
I was totally off my game. In fact, that day, we ate Pumpkin Pie for breakfast, Snickerdoodle Bread for lunch, and Chex Mix for dinner. #motheroftheyear My kids were looking around like, “Who are you and what have you done with our mommy?”
Later that evening, I started to feel a smidge better. Thank you, nasal spray. The next morning, I was feeling even better. Again, gracias, nasal spray. I started to feel a little more festive and like I could potentially tackle a few holiday-related activities. Soooo, I started by slinging open the front door and throwing a snowman decoration out on the front porch.
Then I did a little Christmas craft with my kids. We had a few fall activities that I wanted to finish up, but I told them to “Hurry up and finish eating that candy corn! Mama is back and it’s time to move on with the candy canes!”
That night, David and I made hot drinks and watched a Hallmark Christmas movie. #cheesy
The next morning, we started baking for the neighbors. (I was no longer contagious, right?)
Then I did another little Christmas craft with my kids. #Pinterest
Then we ran some errands and checked out the Christmas lights we spotted on our way home.
That night, David and I made hot drinks and watched another Hallmark Christmas movie. (He is a good, good man.)
The next morning, David made us all a huge breakfast. We watched A Charlie Brown’s Christmas and then started decorating….and we delivered those Christmas treats to the neighbors.
Basically, what I’m saying is that ever since I started feeling better, we’ve pretty much been able to tackle all of our usual holiday activities. In fact, at this point, we’re on schedule to ring in the New Year some time this weekend…
…no thanks to Shutterfly.