On Tuesday, I made our neighbors some pumpkin buckeyes for Thanksgiving.
My plan was to deliver them Wednesday evening, but you know.
Would you deliver them late or not at all?
I’m sick. So are my parents. Dave’s not, but he’s away at work, anyhow. We’re going to do Thanksgiving on Friday. Or when we can eat again. Until then, I’ll be here.
My dad – the healthiest of the sick ones – and the kids have been really great about letting me get some rest. They keep telling me they just really don’t want to watch me throw up in the crayon bucket again, but I know it’s because they love me. I’m thankful for that.
I had a line from a movie going through my head all day yesterday, but I couldn’t remember which movie it was from or who said it, and I just kept repeating it.
“My whole life is this family, and it does not work without him!”
Me (to everyone, all day): “What movie is that from? Who says that? I don’t think it was a main character. She slams her hand down when she says does not work. And then she cries. I’m pretty sure she cries… She just wants him brought back safe. I’m pretty sure everything turns out okay. What movie does that sound like? Maybe they’re at war or something? I don’t know. What movie could that be?”
I won’t keep you in suspense. It’s from Jerry Maguire. And if you already knew that, where were you yesterday?!?!
I thought of it because it sums up how I feel about Dave.
We have this thing hanging in our house.
It’s sweet. It’s not true.
This is true: At the heart of our home is the love Dave and I have for each other. I’m thankful for that.
Jack and I are always together, but I still make it a point to have some one-on-one time where I can focus solely on him each day. We call it Mommy-Jackson Quiet Time. (Actually, we sing it.) It happens right after dinner. The girls read – or at least they’re supposed to be reading and not wrestling – and I get Jack ready for bed. He has his bath, a massage, and a story, and then I nurse him and cuddle him to sleep. I look forward to it every day.
I don’t think it’s hard to see why.
It started with Julia on Friday night. She threw up. A lot. The next day was better. She slept for most of it, but the puking seemed to be done. So when we all woke up this morning, happy and healthy, I thought we were in the clear and decided we should try to take some pictures for our Christmas card.
This was about half an hour before it hit the rest of them.
Since then it’s been like the barf-o-rama at the pie eating contest in Stand By Me.