Once the holidays have come and gone, our Christmas tree comes down in a flash, and I want nothing to do with anything red or green. I am as into Christmas as anyone could be, but when it’s over. It is OVER.
Sadly, I came down with a grim case of COVID on the 15th. It was BAD, but the silver lining is perhaps I have antibodies for some time? All of the boys came away unscathed! I also felt more comfortable flying from A to B for Christmas, knowing I should be safe for a bit….
We have the best family indeed, so seeing them never feels like a chore. We hit Charleston, Nashville, Kentucky, and Alabama within a week. All in all, it was an excellent trip.
Tyler needed to be back in Portland before us, and the boys and I made the journey home a few days later. Thank you, Jesus, for shows and spicy water, as the combo saves us on flights and makes the experience doable. I did get some funny looks as my whale body shuffled through the airport with our luggage and both boys running amuck.
Being back in Portland has felt nice. I am in full-time nesting mode. Nesting with so many unknowns perhaps makes me feel a little more psychotic. I awoke the other night wound up tight because I was trying to sort out how we would get to and from the hospital with one car and still get the kids to school etc. VERY IMPORTANT TO SORT OUT AT 4 AM.
Tyler was away ice camping in a winter storm when we got home (does anything sound worse?), and the boys were beyond jet-lagged, so I tucked them in at 6:30 and called it a night. We have spent the last week catching up on sleep, getting back into our routine, and bracing ourselves for that routine to be once again interrupted by the impending closure of schools.
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