Christmas tree, presents, cookies, vomit, boogers, and fevers. All of these things describe Christmas traditions in our home. Since having children we have not experienced a holiday season without a gross illness sweeping through our household.
As we are driving to a family Christmas, my husband and I are praying we pull this off. Our van echoes with sneezes, coughing, and sniffles. Any other sounds bring the fear of vomit rushing into our minds.
Of course we could postpone the festivities but that would bring such a depressing level of disappointment to our little crew that we have to try and make this work. Plus if we delayed things the sickness would likely lie dormant, only for us to experience a resurgence on the day of our next attempt.
I have resolved myself to accepting that my children’s holiday memories will include all the fun stuff and copious amounts of bodily fluids. Merry Christmas.