I’m still nursing a cold, so here’s a recap of the past week.
The Kindergartener turned 6 last weekend. There was a big snowstorm the day of the party. Husband was busy finishing up the birthday cake, so I went outside to shovel out some parking spaces. Is this ringing any bells? Oh yeah, that’s exactly what happened last year, remember? The only differences were this time I didn’t pass out drunk and we ran out of cake. In other words, this party sucked by comparison.
Here’s the character that Husband was instructed by the Kindergartener to recreate in icing. It’s a Pokemon, in case you’re wondering. Turtwig. Part turtle, part…twig? Those Japanese are crazy.
And here’s the cake:
Quite the likeness, huh? To give you an idea of what would have happened if I had tried to duplicate that picture, check this out and extrapolate. It would not have been good. I’m much better working with large quantities of snow where finesse is less important. Scoop, fling, scoop, fling.
Soon after the party, Husband got sick for the four days leading up to Christmas. I’ve actually never seen him so sick, and I’ve known him for a reaaaaaallllyyyy long, long time. I was starting to worry he had meningitis or something. He would speak in strange, frantic tongues one minute, and be completely unresponsive when I poked him with a stick the next. Finally, on Christmas Eve, we went to the hospital where they gave him antibiotics and pumped him full of saline and the will to live. (He actually had the same doctor that he saw two Christmas Eves ago when he broke his hand, but that’s a story for another post.)
Needless to say, all of our holiday plans were cancelled, but we still had a cozy Christmas morning, just us. I propped Husband up somewhere amid the flurry of wrapping paper and legos, checking his pulse every so often. The kids were appropriately overexuberant. Me, I was torn between delight over the stack of presents with my name on them and fretting over the fact that Husband had surely gone over the very strict budget I had outlined. Why does he always ignore budgets? Given his condition, though, I decided that if his last, dying wish was that I have some pretty sweaters, then how could I begrudge him that?
There was still all this food that needed to be cooked, so around 2 p.m., I started shoving stuff into the oven at random. I’m not sure I can think of a meal more disgusting to behold after you’ve spent the whole night vomiting and hallucinating than turkey with jalapeño cornbread, chorizo, and pumpkin seed stuffing, plus egg nog bread pudding. But there it was, stinking up the house while Husband dove back under the covers and begged for mercy. To be fair, when I planned the meal, I didn’t see this situation coming. (Ahem, let the record show that in the Tweet dated December 17, I totally saw this coming.) (Shut up, Self, whose side are you on? You know I need at least a month to enact change. A year, ideally.)
I guess that brings us more or less current. So. How are your holidays going?