I am woefully behind in my wrapping, baking and general merry making. Michael has been sick and in bed for days, and I have been head nurse to this cursed illness. My poor man. I don’t make a very patient nurse. The irony that I used to make a living at nursing does not escape me here.
Michael and I are in a constant battle of one-upmanship when it comes to who has felt the sickest, the longest, with the most pain. Yesterday he suggested that his stomach pain was what he expected labor pains feel like. I think even Santa’s Merry Elves in the North Pole could hear my laughter.
Wishing you a healthy and labor free Christmas!