I've always enjoyed Christmas, but never anticipated it with so much excitement as this year. Surely a result of an adorable baby boy. So as the day creeped up and our plans cemented I could clearly see how Christmas Eve, Christmas, and the subsequent few days would play out. I'm still holding my breath for Christmas and the subsequent few days, but here's how Christmas Eve played out compared to my visions for it:
7:00AM-12:00PM
What I Envisioned: Waking up around 7. J would wake up soon after, babbling in his crib. We'd have breakfast and go to the gym so I could workout, as dictated by my new marathon schedule.
What Happened: J woke up at 6:00 kicking the crib. We had breakfast. The childcare was closed (duh, Christmas Eve) so scrambled to get J to his grandparents', who agreed to watch him. Hurry and have abbreviated workout (but got my miles in!) and return to get J. Good timing because grandparent needs to leave to help SIL with her new house. No hot water. Poor SIL and her house problems :( Her Christmas Eve isn't going as planned.
12:00PM-5:00PM
What I Envisioned: Some combination of baby napping, me showering, baking cookies and doing laundry. Leave for Mass.
What Happened: J napped. I watched a little TV while starting laundry. Heard annoying squirrel at window. More time passed. Realized it's not a squirrel at window; it's a mystery animal in the wall. Poor me and my house problems :( Sure as hell not baking cookies and providing incentive for mystery animal to come running out. Now hubby has to make better door for crawl space so he's skipping Mass. No cookies. No laundry. I did shower.
5:00PM-Bedtime
What I Envisioned: Going to church and listening to kids' choir sing traditional Christmas songs, followed by Mass. J loves church (so many people to look at!). Go look at Christmas lights then go to hubby's side of the family for a little Christmas Eve party.
What Happened: Got to church. Adult choir singing obscure songs. J starts crying inconsolably as Mass starts. Walk him to lobby. He vomits all over us. Twice. MIL comes out to help me clean up and gets our stuff. We leave. J throws up again on the way to the car. Poor little dude. Go home and rock sweet boy to sleep. He seems better.
Annnnd now I'm up at 2AM. You're asleep and you seem good. I hope you are feeling better, but if not, we'll take care of you. But we got you a balloon, amongst a bajillion other things because you were obsessed with grandparent's birthday balloon, so I hope you feel good to play with it. Love you, little man.
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