We’ve had an unscheduled pause in our merry making around here and the troops are a bit sad. We celebrated with one half of the family earlier in the week, but the flu for dad and an eye infection for the little one has meant that we’re three doctor’s visits, one emergency room run, four prescriptions and a mountain of laundry into a weekend at home rather than a weekend celebrating with the other half of the family. Spirits are low, or maybe spirits are just plain tired. The baby slept for fourteen hours straight last night and declared after breakfast at ten that she’d be taking a long nap today for sure. Waking up to a white world of snow has helped. We’ll bundle up shortly and take our tired and aching bones out into the cold and see if that shocks us a bit into movement. Then we’ll come in, warm up and take that nap.
Stretching the holidays out is not how we wanted it or planned it, but we go with the flow, we’ll heal and move on, and we’ll celebrate again soon. There’s certainly nothing wrong with wearing pajamas into the day, while the snow swirls outside the window and the treetop bedrooms become ice palaces in the sky.