When did the meaning of Christmas turn into misery and colds?
Callum woke up a miserable beasty Christmas day and has remained miserable and beastly ever since. He has to be attached to either me or Steve at all times. Its incredibly annoying for me considering he hasn’t really been all that needy and let me tell you, I didn’t appreciate that enough. Yes, I suck as a mother, but honestly, I don’t care. I have never wanted to have to schlep my kids around or physically force them to let go of my leg. I certainly don’t want to start now, either.
It also means that we’re taking turns sleeping with Callum (neither of us like to sleep with him) and that means that mostly I sleep with Callum because Steve is grumpy without a certain amount of sleep and he’s sick, and I’m sick, and honestly, dealing with a grumpy sick kid and grumpy sick husband when I’m grumpy and sick? Not that high on my list of things to do.
So Christmas was not exactly idyllic, but it was nice. I wish that the Grandmas got to see Callum happy and toddling around instead of snotty and attached to my hip (he wouldn’t let anyone else touch him) but what can you do? I also wish Air Canada put my damn luggage on the plane, and that the Vancouver Airport wasn’t the most confusing airport every built. And that they had changing tables in the bathrooms (its AN AIRPORT – what the hell?!). You know, if we’re wishing for things.
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Thanks Dave!! Are you sure Dave gave you the hat?
He only talks to people who stop him in the street. Just don’t throw a pie, ’cause he doesn’t like that. He gets the cops to chase you down and throw you in the pokey!!
Anyway, it was wonderful to see the little guy, sick or not. And now he’s having a snister. Lucky boy! Love you all, and hope you will start to feel better real soon!