Christmas 2009 Memory #3 : Warning--This Post is Vomitrocious.

 

Sugarplums danced in their beds.

And all over our "hallway".

And all over Grammy's entry way rug.

And all over Jackie.  Twice.

Christmas morning came. We opened our gifts.  A perfect Christmas morning spent basking in our treasures, enjoying each other and the lovely quiet morning.   Our kitchen table looked like a messy, giant mound of random baked goods and candies intermixed with unwrapped cellophane and ribbons and crumbs.  It is from this heap we had our morning feast.  I remember sitting at the table, sifting through and picking out my favorite things (pretzel nut clusters, homemade caramels and cookies) and looking across the table at my darling curly headed Eddie as he took a giant bite from his giant king size Snicker's bar- a stocking treat, and his favorite.  It occurred to me at that moment, that perhaps I should fix something more wholesome for my family to eat.  I said to Eddie, "Would you like me to fix you some oatmeal, or eggs and toast or a smoothie?"  "Nah, this is good" he says and takes another bite.

Stop.

I know better (and not because of the clarity of hindsight).  I knew better then.  I even thought about it as I watched Eddie eat his king sized breakfast of empty calories.  About how the strength of my children's immune systems are affected by their diets. 

 But hey, there was tons of "food" lying around and I didn't feel like making another mess.  What's that saying about "the price you pay now is the cheapest price in town"?  or that one that says,  "Listen to that voice and take care, because if you don't you may be covered in someone else's vomit at 3am tomorrow morning".

Yeah, that's a good one to remember.  Days of junk food and late nights led to a Christmas night puke-fest.  Jack, though never actually being sick, had a miserable night as well.  It's a funny story, but he caught me writing about it and made me swear I wouldn't post it (yet). 

The Sowman's Christmas Present by Irma Wilde, 1951

We eventually slept soundly.

And all the little dears have recovered pretty well.

Time for some real food and a good sleep schedule.