Hello Monday! I am so glad to see the start of a new week. Last week was a doozy. Let’s recap.
We always go home to see my family for Thanksgiving. Or ThanksChristmas as it is, because we don’t get back before Christmas time, we have that with my family during Thanksgiving. I’m tired just writing that.
Last week we were supposed to leave on Wednesday to get in as much family time as possible. Denton had something break at work that he had had on order for over a year, and wasn’t supposed to install until after the holidays. The part had other ideas. It literally had just arrived, but the installers weren’t planning to be here like I said until after the holidays. After a few days off adrenaline, heart attack inducing days the $100,000 job was complete. So we left for my parents on Thursday. Traffic wasn’t too bad! I’ll take my blessings where I can get them.
In Bristol, TN we stopped to fuel up and as I was cleaning out the truck, I stuck my hand in sauce from lunch and had to clean EVERYTHING with rags from the dispenser at the gas station. My love ring that Denton bought me when we moved to our tiny town had that grossness all over it and I took it off to clean it too. I put it back on and proceeded to clean out the truck floorboards. Liv decided to go to the bathroom and I went with her and as we walked back to the truck I glanced down and noticed my ring was missing. We searched everywhere. And I mean everywhere. Denton literally took everything out of the gas station garbage and it was still nowhere to be found. I was devastated. My grandmother lost her wedding set after my grandfather passed away and I just can’t even imagine what that felt like. Devastation.
On Friday, my brother’s kids finally get to come over to spend the night (my kids and his kids look forward to this all year long) and after a great photo taking shoot of everyone, we tromp back to the house to start supper and our baby girl of the family – who is 8 – starts vomiting. Oh. My. Lord. We knew that our baby nephew – who is 5 – had gotten sick the night before, but they thought it was something he ate. It wasn’t. My oldest nephew started with the whole horribleness that night. In our family, because of work schedules, we generally have the big family Thanksgiving on Saturday. At my mother’s house. Where all of the sickness was happening.
We started the phone calls to alert everyone to stay away. Then we made the painful decision to start home early. Denton and I have traveled with this kind of sickness before. I think it was 2002. We were at his parents, which at that time was a 13 hour drive. It was pure misery. We decided that if we were going to get this mess, we would rather have the almost five hour drive behind us.
We made it home without any sickness so far and decided to stop and get pizza. I ordered it over the phone and we stopped to pick it up. Liv ran in to use the restroom and Denton just happened to check the pizza while she was gone and it was completely wrong. Arhhhgggg! So, we waited while the overwhelmed pizza guy redid that pizza. Finally made it all the way home.
This morning as I gathered everything to prepare a shipment for my Etsy shop, I dropped the transferware turkey platter that I sold this weekend. That photo above is what happened to it.
Poor platter. Poor lady who bought said platter and poor me who had to refund all of that lovely moolah because I am apparently the klutziest human being alive. I seriously could not believe it.
As I’m typing this my mother just texted me that she is vomiting. Lord have mercy. She said that my 5 year old nephew wanted to know what color it was. Only him!
I hope that your holiday was much less eventful. Here’s to a sick and klutzy free December!