I had a crazy busy week leading up to Christmas. I didn’t get half of what I wanted to get done (sorry if you didn’t receive a Christmas gift from my family, I ran out of time and energy for everyone). Then Christmas Eve I could tell I was starting to come down with something. My son had been coughing/sneezing/snotty the previous week so I knew what I was getting into. Of course my insomnia decided to hit at the same time, so I slept all of two hours Christmas Eve night. At 7:45 AM I hit the ground running (considering my kids are 3 and 6 I know I’m lucky my Christmas started that late in the morning). From 7:45 AM that morning to 1:00 AM that night I ran around like a crazy person, all on two hours of sleep and all while I was feeling sicker and sicker. I couldn’t sleep Christmas night either because by that time I was coughing up a lung. I woke up the next morning and hit the ground running again and went all day all while coughing and sneezing and downing the cough drops. I got home late that night and collapsed. I took me some nyquil and slept for a good 10 hours, it was awesome.
It was a whirlwind Christmas that was completely exhausting, but I really enjoyed myself. Now I am nursing my body back to health (as much as that is possible with my kids out of school) and reflecting on how lucky I am. This is the first time I’ve been “real sick” in a while and considering I have two kids catching germs in school and I have a compromised immune system, that’s kind of a miracle. Sure my nose is chapped from all the blowing and my eyes are watering and my house is being trashed by my kids running wild with their new presents, but that’s the “magic” of Christmas for you.