An Open Letter to Thanksgiving 2012
Nov. 22nd, 2012 09:23 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiI am unimpressed with you, you bastard. How dare you let my husband get sick? You're his favorite holiday! If you were a person, I would punch your face.
Seriously, I'm super-mad at the world this year. Z. and I are just barely getting over our crud--Z has the eye and ear infection along with a cold--and we've already pushed Thanksgiving dinner back a day because my mom has a massive sinus infection ... now Scott has come down with a fever and was vomiting last night.
I don't want Scott to be sick. He loves Thanksgiving. He loves to cook, and frankly, I don't think we want him cooking if he's been puking.
I also don't want myself or the boy to get sick again.
My last, wistful thought ... I really could have used an actual break.
So I slept on the couch last night, and this morning I was joined by the Zweeble, who got snuggled up with me and chattered for a little while about how we've done this before when Dad's been sick, and how we tried to do naptime like this once, but it didn't work very well (I can't believe he remembers that). Then we put Sophia the First on the TV and he watched that while I dozed. It was a nice, quiet way to start what will likely be a rough day.
Seriously, I'm super-mad at the world this year. Z. and I are just barely getting over our crud--Z has the eye and ear infection along with a cold--and we've already pushed Thanksgiving dinner back a day because my mom has a massive sinus infection ... now Scott has come down with a fever and was vomiting last night.
I don't want Scott to be sick. He loves Thanksgiving. He loves to cook, and frankly, I don't think we want him cooking if he's been puking.
I also don't want myself or the boy to get sick again.
My last, wistful thought ... I really could have used an actual break.
So I slept on the couch last night, and this morning I was joined by the Zweeble, who got snuggled up with me and chattered for a little while about how we've done this before when Dad's been sick, and how we tried to do naptime like this once, but it didn't work very well (I can't believe he remembers that). Then we put Sophia the First on the TV and he watched that while I dozed. It was a nice, quiet way to start what will likely be a rough day.
