Christmas is all about the children, right? I'm good with that. I mean, I bought myself a pencil sharpener and Abe bought himself a CD for Christmas. We're easily satisfied.
Well, if Christmas is for children, then the week after Christmas is all about the parents.
I was not amused and after a half an hour of playing Sergeant Mom things were put back together. However, we told them that just to give them a chance to prove they could do a better job, we were going to go on a date the next night.
Friday night Abe and I went to go see Les Miserables. The kids did a much better job and we thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Although we agreed that we would have enjoyed it more if they had just cast true Broadway singers throughout.
We had plans Saturday night to have our wonderful friends, the Taylors down to our home for dinner, but they had some sickness that we wanted no part of. We postponed until Sunday in the hope that the gunkies would have passed by then.
Shortly after talking with Rebecca I got a call from my dear cousins who were in town visiting asking if we'd like to join them and their siblings for dinner-- their treat! Sure, Abe and I had left the kids for the previous two evenings, but why should that stop us from leaving them again? And with all of my cousins' little kids as well-- 8 additional children to be exact!
On some level I thought maybe I should have. But no, I wasn't.
Sunday evening did work out for the Taylors to come over. No one was sick and games were played and children and parents were happy and we were together.
These are all great fun activities we've been up to, but there has been one big bummer in the mix.
My dad went to the hospital early Sunday morning with some sort of blockage in his small intestine. No fun at all. As I write this he is likely already home, but I did get to spend some time with him at the hospital this afternoon.
Here is a dramatic reenactment of the discomfort he was in. It was very disconcerting to hear he was in the hospital because he's never been one to take things easy and very rarely been sick enough to slow down. Bev said that she knew he was feeling better when he started talking politics again:) And although it was unfortunate circumstances, it was very nice to have a couple of hours to just sit and talk with him this afternoon.