Thanksgiving time this year will be equated with sick. The boy started getting sick on Saturday before Thanksgiving. We all knew this would happen of course, because he had the week off and historically once he relaxes and lets go of work he gets sick. I got it too, and then Grant followed, but with a lot of sleeping around we were in great shape to head out Wednesday. I started feeling crappy again when we got to Iowa, but figured it was just from all the excitement and I would be fine.
No such luck. The boy and the baby got a LOT better, and I just kept getting sicker. I finally conned the boy into staying in Iowa an extra day, so we could just lounge, and tried to just sit around and feel better. It mildly worked, I felt lots better, but still just crappy. We all had the sneezy, coughy, crud stuff.
So we spent the week with the fam. We stayed at the boy’s mom’s house, which we hadn’t done since forever. The boy’s sister and her hubby came too, which was just awesome. We didn’t do much but hang out and stare at the baby, but it was fun just to have them around. They went out with Will and his new girl whilst I stayed at home sick…I just couldn’t muster up the umvvph to go. We ate two Thanksgiving dinners in one day – went to my parents house – and then had the boy’s sisters wedding reception. That was AWESOME. I love these get togethers, because people you haven’t seen forever come and it’s just nice to talk and see them. My mom ended up taking Grant because he was starting to be a handful (no one liked that at all…they all were very unhappy about it and told us in no uncertain terms) I decided I liked those talking toos better than the bad parent stares with a screaming child, and he took a four hour nap anyway.
We came home Saturday, I overslept, made the boy VERY mad by doing so. He packed everything up quickly, he wanted to get home, and was still irked we stayed an extra day in the first place. His attitude pissed me off, and we ended up fighting the entire way home, but not until I dropped an f-bomb at him in the kitchen. We were both tired and just mad that our week together was over.
And now back to the grind….ugh.
I sure hope we didn’t say anything that came across like we didn’t want him there! We loved having him run around! Anytime I can just see him even if he’s zooming by, I will gladly take. I understood that your mom and sis wanted to hang out with him, but he was no bother!
I’m so sorry if other people said anything, he was just fine!
Love you!
PS. it was awesome to just hang out with you, although it stunk that you didn’t feel well!
Can’t wait until Christmas time!