Happy New Year! I sincerely hope that everyone's year has gotten off to a happy and healthy start. Our year has certainly started out happily - but we're not so healthy. Allow me to go on my first rant of 2011...
We spent Christmas in PA just like we do every year. On Christmas Eve we went to Mass with Jon's family. (Yes...I went to church. And I didn't spontaneously combust. Nor did I mock. Much.) One of my SILs and family were not in attendance due to some sort of nasty colds/flu/cooties. After the Mass ended, we went to Nana's house. And lo and behold - the family that was too sick to attend Mass was standing in the kitchen. Dripping green from their swollen, crusty eyes and noses. One of my nieces was very clearly burning up with a fever, and another one had little crusty sores all over her mouth. My SIL looked miserable - her face was beet red, and her eyes were swollen almost completely shut.
My reaction? An immediate flare of the nostrils and a muttered, "Are you fucking kidding me?" Sonofabitch. I was LIVID. Every single time we get together as a family, someone brings their sick-ass kids to the event. (Well, someone other than me. Because apparently, I'm the only mother in the bunch who was raised to know better than to take sick kids ANYWHERE!!! Christmas of 2007? We all got pink eye from the same SIL and her kid.)
I quietly told my children to stay as far away from their cousins and their aunt as humanly possible, and I also notified my SIL/BIL/MIL that in the event that my kids got sick, that they they would be getting a surprise visit from me - and I would be dropping all three of them off. And kicking their sorry asses. Everyone giggled. Because apparently it was really funny.
So Merry fucking Christmas. In addition to all of the glorious loot I received, I also got sick. And what's even better? I passed it on to my mother. Who has a heart condition that 1) has weakened her immune system, and 2) prevents her from taking any kind of cold/flu medication. Awesome. My kids? Are slowly, but surely, coming down with whatever cooties are still in my system. Again...awesome.
As I sat on the couch on New Year's Eve (coughing and trying to keep up with the goo dripping from my nose), I made my first Resolution: I would be a better Mother. While I strive for that goal every day, it saddened me to realize that my SIL just didn't care that her kids needed to be in bed instead of prancing miserably around my MIL's house spreading their cooties. Don't get me wrong - she's actually a good Mom. But she should have known better. The presents would have waited until everyone was healthy.
Another resolution I came up with was that we are going to start spending Christmases at home. I hate the idea of not seeing my Mommy on Christmas morning, but the entire trip to PA was a hassle. It's just easier to stay home, and then go down to see people over New Year's.
Resolution 3? Cut back on the loot!! Trying to cram all of the kids' stuff in the car was a nightmare! We thought we had cut back this year...but after seeing all of it jammed into the van we realized we still went overboard.
I made some other resolutions, but my nose is in need of a tissue, so I will stop here. Happy New Year!!