Joyous Addendum

So last night as I made my way homeward from the Church Thing - which actually was quite lovely; handbells and a live nativity, luminaries, food, hot chocolate, carriage rides, the dramatic doohickey I was involved in and an open house at the Parsonage - I got a phone call.

Hublet:  The Boy says he feels like he needs to throw up.

Me:  Has he?

Hublet:  No, but he says he feels sick.

Me:  Does he have a temperature?

Hublet:  I dunno.

Me:  I'll be home at 8:30.

So, home at 8:30.  Guess what?  Fever!  Guess what part 2?  The Boy had his customary warm milk before bed!  Do you know what that means?  Fever + Warm Milk in Tummy = VOMIT!  Yay!  And a mostly sleepless night!  And me going to work this afternoon (after switching with Hublet) so I could participate in the interviewing process for some job applicants in the office!  And more fever when I got home, with a nice side dish of respiratory goo, such that the Albuterol and inhaler and vaporizer and Vick's Vapo-Rub have been busted out along with the Motrin and the Dimetapp!  And Hublet's main concern?  That The Boy might miss the Davidson/NC State game tomorrow night.  My main concern?  That our neverending cycle of phlegm/drainage/sinus trauma/respiratory virii/random virus crap will end up wiping out my entire family over Christmas.

Also, may I just state for the record that every single person here at Villa BAW is truly sick of being sick.  It's been a MONTH, people.  One solid month of Sudafed, and Puffs, and other random over-the-counter drugs, and vomit and exhaustion, and I. Am. Done.

Oh, PS - I still haven't wrapped a single daggone present.  At this point I'm thinking I'll just pile all the crap under the tree, cover it with a blanket, and pull the blanket off on Christmas morning while yelling, "Have at it, people!"