It was Christmas eve, I had nearly assembled my Yule Log, prepared all of my casseroles and had them waiting in the fridge to be baked, some cleaning around the house left to do, and other odds and ends (make the salad, set the table etc). John was summoned to pick up the lobsters simmered in tomato sauce at his customer's store in Saugus, I gave the go ahead to take off since I was pretty well set. And I was, until I started getting a nasty headache. I figured it was probably from all the stress of running around, so I figured I'd make myself a cup of coffee and relax for a little bit. It didn't get better, it got worse. And then I vomited. But, I felt better - for about 15 minutes, and then I felt worse, and again vomited. Not good. I had already had a stomach bug two weeks before and this felt just like another stomach bug. After trip #3 to the bathroom I told John we needed to call his family and ask what they wanted to do - the food was already in the oven. So our Christmas eve dinner was cut from 13 to 7, and I suffered through making the rest of the dinner and sat at the table while everyone ate. Angela, having taken an early nap and consequently tired from staying up too long, had to go to bed at 7:30 - there was no keeping her up late for the sake of watching her open presents.
So, the two nephews that were there opened their presents. I mentioned to John that he was going to be in charge of setting up Angela's kitchen set that hadn't been assembled yet. His brother offered to help, and they opened the box and started putting it together. It had a whopping 30+ steps and John's brother left around 9:30 and John's sister and her family stayed till after 11. It still wasn't done and I was dying to just go to bed. I tried helping John but we were both just not in the mood to work on it anymore. By 1am we gave up and went to bed.
To add to the holiday joy, Angela woke up at 5am and had no desire to go back to sleep. I tried rocking and singing, and she'd just point to the door or downstairs. I'd try to say "it's still night-night time" and she'd look at me and laugh and then eventually started crying when she wasn't getting her way. We resigned ourselves to getting up, despite the fact that the downstairs was a disaster and we never really got to set up all the presents the way we wanted. So, at a very dark hour of the morning, we let Angela open up her presents. Being only 15 months old, this was a very time consuming process as she would open a toy and play with it, or seeing as some of her toys had already been set out (the kitchen set, her piano) she was also excited to play with them over and over again. This was all well and fine, except for the fact that we were both on the verge of passing out on the floor. I suggested that we should start opening up our gifts for one another in an attempt to wake up a bit. By 8:30 we were feeling much more alive than previously.
Since I was feeling physically much better and there were no signs that John or Angela were getting the same bug, we decided to go to Hingham for Christmas with my side of the family. That was very good, Angela enjoyed passing out presents, and it was nice to just sit on a couch and know that Angela was well occupied.
Link to Christmas photos:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=594149&id=595610491&l=cb25de27d8