I wanted to wake up feeling better, after a long night's rest, get dressed for church, stop on our way home for Dunkin' Donuts coffee, come home, bake cinnamon rolls and have the kids open up the little gifts we bought them and spend the day listening to Christmas carols, wrapping last minute gifts, baking and smelling my plethera of Christmas candles. Instead, we are sitting on our bed, eating cinnamon rolls, I am blogging, the kids are watching a Christmas episode of Little Einstein's and Brian is being paged by his job, in between sneezes.
I also want to mention that my poor sister-in-law is plagued with something even worse. They had planned to visit for the Christmas weekend, but her husband is so sick, they have to stay put all weekend. I feel so bad for them and wish they were here with us. :(
Although we wish we were well and doing all the "Christmas-y" things that people do, we're pretty happy right now, runny noses and all. Sometimes no matter how you plan, it doesn't turn out, but in the end, it all works out.
Merry Christmas, Everyone.