We’ve gotten sicker than we were.
Colds and new flus and symptoms ahoy.
Sleeping lots, tissues all over the house.
Trying to rally for events has taken all the energy.
(For the rest of the time, we sleep.)
We went to see Santa and Mrs. Claus at a gorgeous event at Flora Springs.
Then we slept for more than a few hours each.
Before that, we ate Thanksgiving dinner.
After that, we slept for another eleventeen hours each.
We then cancelled our annual holiday cocktail party.
(Thanks to all that sickness. And the sleeping.)
Looking forward to a month of healing, happiness, naps and self-care.
Looking forward to the same for you.
So there went last week.
The kids and the grownups, all together, in bed, all week, helping each other as we could.
(It was a rough one.)
But this flu was a clarity flu.
It was the kind of flu that knocks me down, brutal, knocking my coffee addiction to last week, pushing my priorities in a new kind of line.
I like those flus.
They offer a freedom to evaluate what I hold dear, and what I can let go of.
And hoo, boy, there’s a lot of letting go.
It’s Thanksgiving week.
Three things I wrote about Thanksgiving:
Where would we be without Tisquantum?
How I set a Thanksgiving budget.
The best cranberry bread recipe that also happens to be our family recipe.
Acme Fine Wines Meat and Greet.*
Erin’s graduation + new house party.**
Sick Dottie, sick, sick, stomach flu Dottie.***
Makena’s birthday Big Top extravaganza.****
Auntie making a visit for dinner and pink hair stripening.*****
* Do you have to buy wine for someone special this holiday? You should drop Acme a note. (Uncannily appropriate wine recommendations from real humans.
** Different Erin. MBA + new house buying. No worries.
*** Hereby voting for the betterment of sick kids everywhere. Let’s make them all better. Now.
**** Fanciest 4 year old birthday party ever. Face painting and balloon animals and an uncreepy clown.
***** When she was two, we told her if she learned to read, she could get a pink stripe in her hair. She held us to it.
You have that list of top 5 people, right?
(those you’d do in a heartbeat?)
(those your partner agreed, if you have the chance, you should go ahead and do?)
Sayid from Lost (only as Sayid, sorry Naveen)
Dick Van Dyke (only in Mary Poppins, but he can’t speak in that Cockney accent)
Jack Tripper (only as Jack Tripper)
I guess that means I married the right guy?
It’s amazing what a good night’s sleep will do for my ability to laugh at myself.
See also, ice and elevation, a new-to-me Joy the Baker podcast and unsubscribing from everything.
Self-pity, there’s nothing more opposite-of-sexy.
These things helped snap me out of my self-indulgent funk this morning: