But, it wasn't. It was a wasted weekend of nothing. Because of a $*@%ing cold. I cannot remember the last time I had a cold longer than two days. Usually I get the one day of feeling like dog poop followed by MAYBE three days of a cough or the sniffles, that's it. This stupid cold has had me laid up since last Wednesday. I'm talking bed by 8pm, waking up every few hours at night to catch my runny nose, a morning full of sneezes, sniffles and pressure, followed by a full day of feeling like poop. I went to the doctor on Friday and she told me "Sorry, it's a virus, you're just gonna have to wait this sucker out."
Okay, I thought. It's been three days, I should be fine tomorrow.
NOPE! Nayno! SIKE!
The weekend of fun Christmas plans turned into the weekend of passing out at 8pm on Friday night.
The weekend of Le Husband sleeping on the couch because I'm trying to keep him from getting sick. Of washing my hands a gobzillion and one times after I sneeze and blow my nose a gobzillion times.
The weekend where I laid around all Saturday feeling awful physically and then mentally because I kept thinking about everything I was missing. Where cheesy hallmark movies didn't even help and neither did an epsom salt bath.
The weekend of dragging myself to church and then avoiding everyone so I don't get them sick. Of feeling pretty grinchish.
The weekend where the sissys saved the day with an impromptu baking session, that I very lightly participated in but still enjoyed. Because I actually ate a cookie. And decorated a few while they did the rest.
|Can you guess which sister made which cookie?|
And then it became the weekend I realized I need to get over it. Because I will get better. I'm fortunate that I'm not sick in a hospital or taking care of a sick child. I'm not serving on the front lines protecting people from the bad guys. I'm not in prison or trapped in a bad situation. I'm not stuck in another country unable to visit my family or call home. I have a home and I have food and warmth and medicine and even though my body is being a POS I still will have Christmas with my family come Friday.
So, while the weekend was pretty much a waste of Christmas things, the cheer is still here. I hope your weekend was better than mine and I hope if it wasn't the light at the end of the tunnel shows it's face soon. Sorry this was such a downer, but I just had to be real and share my thoughts. Hugs and love to all! < 3
Don't forget to join in the fun tomorrow for our LAST COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS linkup!