When I woke this morning to the sound of vomiting, I realized the day would probably not go like I had imagined it would the night before. Also, I realized there was a high probability that the next five days would probably not go as planned either.
Then I jumped out of bed to deal with the situation.
So most of today was spent consoling a vomiting, moaning, fevered two-year-old. The remainder was spent washing my hands. Oh, and preparing food.
But we did manage to get the tree up also. Brian got the tree yesterday. By himself. This was because I was sick, though considerably less so than my now-ill daughter. It slept its first night outside….well, make that, it slept its last night outside…and today we brought it in.
It was crooked. Very much so. We have one of those magical tree stands where you screw the base of the tree onto this iron rod, so we can straighten out our tree just by nudging it a bit. Only our tree needed a lot of nudging. And and more and more, until suddenly I hear this loud crack. And the tree is on the ground. The iron rod had been nudged past its limit. So we had to go get one of those old-school stands. It was soooo great, so much like childhood, me standing there holding the tree in place while Brian adjusted those screws at the bottom for about 30 minutes. Awesome. We just needed those fat Christmas bulbs that get really hot and then the whole strand it good for nothing if one of them goes out.
So one hour later, we were back in business.
And our now straight tree has lights and beads and ornaments from all kinds of places and decades.
I realize this has nothing to do with “Advent”. That’s OK. It’s not Advent yet. Plus…this is a reminder that things don’t always go as planned. I had not planned to spend Friday in bed. Nor Saturday on the couch holding a sick girl. So tommorrow may be equally as thrilling — as I forecasted to my mother today on the phone, “we are looking at a 90% chance of puke on Sunday”. That’s OK. It might not be “quintessential Advent” but, it’s still Advent, and I’m still looking forward to it.
But I would so much more, if I knew it wouldn’t involve former stomach contents.
And some pics:
- Here’s Zabe putting up his ornament…
- The kids get a new ornament each year. This year I gave Jams one of Mary and Jesus because she likes babies. And Jesus.
- Here’s Jams with our “interactive nativity” sets.
- It’s me and the sick girl. Sad.
- And Zabe with a red bead. It matches the red eye the camera gave him.




