I had Christmas Eve off from work, have to work 4 hours on Christmas Day and then off the day after Christmas.
Yesterday, I slept a lot. I wasn't feeling well and Chris kept telling me how the house was perfectly fine, to please just allow myself to rest and relax and so I did. I really didn't have much of a choice about it because a couple of times, I found myself waking up and it was hours later than it had been when I'd previously been aware of the time on the clock. I cooked a roast with vegetables for supper and just really did nothing else.
When they got home yesterday, after a full day of hunting, Beth wanted to open presents. She's past the age of thinking that a jolly red suited Santa Claus comes down the (non existent, in our case) chimney so I said ok. We had gotten her a new bike and parked it by the porch so Chris told her to go outside and her squeal of delight when she saw it and processed that it was HERS was amazing. She came running back in to tackle hug him. She got clothes and paint and a new to her DS so she was happy.
I am grateful that I agreed to the presents on Christmas Eve because she woke up this morning with body aches and a raging fever and congestion and spent the entire morning before I left for work, mostly sleeping. I don't like it when any of them are sick but particularly her because she's so sad when she's not feeling well.
I am making enchiladas for Christmas dinner (we all agreed to do something different this year) and I can't wait to get home and just curl up and relax with a good book and some good food and some good company.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate. I hope everyone has a fun, family filled day.