Santa's on my Naughty List, but The Nooze and Chachi ROCK
Christmas Eve began well, with errands, cleaning and holiday prep. When Chachi returned from work, I sped off to Satan's Buttcrack to spread holiday cheer via Cookie Delivery to a friend and her awesome family. That done, I headed home, hoping that the USPS had finally delivered the gift we'd paid heavily to receive in time for Christmas. Naturally, it wasn't there. Repeated calls to the Post Office finally resulted in a surly response, noting that 'SOMEONE' had put the incorrect zip code into the system, sending our package to who KNOWS where, as the code mentioned DOES NOT EXIST. We were casually assured that it 'might' arrive on Christmas Eve, but 'probably not'. There were no apologies for the lack of delivery, and no promises for the return of the 'express fee' paid one week ago for the delivery of said package. They haven't heard the last of us, I can promise you that.
The headache began around 4 pm, followed quickly by vertigo and nausea. I finally fell asleep on the couch around 7 pm, only to be woken up at 10 with the suggestion of going to bed. I was thankful for that 3 hour nap; it was to be pretty much the ONLY sleep I got all night. What followed can only be described in casual company as 'copious trips to the facilities', mingled with bouts of nausea, sweating and shaking from being so cold. The NCIS Marathon gave way to its dark cousin, Criminal Minds. Why I thought that show would be comforting in the twilight hours of Christmas, well, I can't really explain. Infomercials followed, selling junk to insomniacs, crack heads, and fellow flu sufferers. I decided that 3.30 was the perfect time to take a bath.
The bath lasted a solid ten minutes, as I was fighting the urge to pass out or throw up. I figured that it was best that I escape the tub of boiling water before I proceeded with EITHER ONE. I put on clean pajamas (AGAIN), and stumbled back to bed.
I fell asleep in time for the alarm to go off. It was time to get ready for church! Thankfully, Chachi and Nooze didn't expect me to go. I was sad to miss a Christmas Day service (I also missed the Christmas Eve option at another church), but I figured that God would understand. I'm fairly certain that none of my friends would care for this kind of Christmas Gift; Lord knows that I didn't!
Chachi and Nooze left for church, while I washed dishes, disinfected the house and did some much needed laundry. When they returned, Chachi popped the Christmas Pizza into the oven, and we settled in to open gifts. Nooze insisted that I open mine first. She gave me a stuffed bear hugging its baby ('It's like us, Momma! The baby bear likes to Noozie it's momma, too!'), a homemade card, and a copy of "The Silver Chair" from the Narnia Series. Apparently, her dad told her that I'd loved the series as a kid. How she knew that "The Silver Chair" was my favorite, I will never know.
Chachi and Nooze ate the pizza, while I continued my steady diet of saltines and gatorade. We snuggled in to watch "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom", while Chachi read directions to my new card game. It seems to be a lot like D&D, but with Zombies. I look forward to playing it, once Chachi figures out the rules.
As we were cleaning up, Chachi looked at me and smiled. He whispered that I would have been REALLY proud of Nooze during church this morning. I assumed as much; she does pretty well sitting with the adults. She IS eleven, after all... He smiled, and said, "True, but this was different." Then he asked if I remembered what was going on during service today. When I shook my head, he reminded me of the special offering collection for a church plant in the Midwest. I nodded, remembering. Chachi then proceeded to tell me that, when the plate passed Nooze, she casually reached into her pocket and deposited five dollars of her Christmas money into the plate. She'd brought it with her to church, PLANNING to give it away. I wish that I could have been there to see it for myself. I couldn't be prouder.
Now, if this nausea would finally pass, I would consider this one of our best Christmases yet!
The headache began around 4 pm, followed quickly by vertigo and nausea. I finally fell asleep on the couch around 7 pm, only to be woken up at 10 with the suggestion of going to bed. I was thankful for that 3 hour nap; it was to be pretty much the ONLY sleep I got all night. What followed can only be described in casual company as 'copious trips to the facilities', mingled with bouts of nausea, sweating and shaking from being so cold. The NCIS Marathon gave way to its dark cousin, Criminal Minds. Why I thought that show would be comforting in the twilight hours of Christmas, well, I can't really explain. Infomercials followed, selling junk to insomniacs, crack heads, and fellow flu sufferers. I decided that 3.30 was the perfect time to take a bath.
The bath lasted a solid ten minutes, as I was fighting the urge to pass out or throw up. I figured that it was best that I escape the tub of boiling water before I proceeded with EITHER ONE. I put on clean pajamas (AGAIN), and stumbled back to bed.
I fell asleep in time for the alarm to go off. It was time to get ready for church! Thankfully, Chachi and Nooze didn't expect me to go. I was sad to miss a Christmas Day service (I also missed the Christmas Eve option at another church), but I figured that God would understand. I'm fairly certain that none of my friends would care for this kind of Christmas Gift; Lord knows that I didn't!
Chachi and Nooze left for church, while I washed dishes, disinfected the house and did some much needed laundry. When they returned, Chachi popped the Christmas Pizza into the oven, and we settled in to open gifts. Nooze insisted that I open mine first. She gave me a stuffed bear hugging its baby ('It's like us, Momma! The baby bear likes to Noozie it's momma, too!'), a homemade card, and a copy of "The Silver Chair" from the Narnia Series. Apparently, her dad told her that I'd loved the series as a kid. How she knew that "The Silver Chair" was my favorite, I will never know.
Chachi and Nooze ate the pizza, while I continued my steady diet of saltines and gatorade. We snuggled in to watch "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom", while Chachi read directions to my new card game. It seems to be a lot like D&D, but with Zombies. I look forward to playing it, once Chachi figures out the rules.
As we were cleaning up, Chachi looked at me and smiled. He whispered that I would have been REALLY proud of Nooze during church this morning. I assumed as much; she does pretty well sitting with the adults. She IS eleven, after all... He smiled, and said, "True, but this was different." Then he asked if I remembered what was going on during service today. When I shook my head, he reminded me of the special offering collection for a church plant in the Midwest. I nodded, remembering. Chachi then proceeded to tell me that, when the plate passed Nooze, she casually reached into her pocket and deposited five dollars of her Christmas money into the plate. She'd brought it with her to church, PLANNING to give it away. I wish that I could have been there to see it for myself. I couldn't be prouder.
Now, if this nausea would finally pass, I would consider this one of our best Christmases yet!
posted by rennratt at 2:03 PM
6 Comments:
Feel better soon, dude.
Aw, You made me tear up. Good girl, Nooze.
:-) There is hope for us all in that next generation after all...
I hope you're on the mend by now. There is something going around. Take solace in the fact that you weren't the only one to have the crazy Christmas crud.
Nooze is a very sweet girl. Blow her a kiss from me (no need to share the germs, just the love :-) )
You are raising a wonderful person there; I can tell! Hope you feel better now, and hope the package comes soon.
It is a great feeling when your child does something great, spontaneously. Makes you feel like you must have done something right.
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