Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Goodbye 2008, Hello 2009

Tonight, the Turtlehouse is going to par-tay!

You haven't seen me around lately because the whole house (with the exception of Kitty and Phantom, lucky ducks...uh, cats), have been struck down with the flu. At least we think it was the flu.

Baby Gurl had it first. I thought it was a typical cold. But then, one fateful night at Awana, a fever broke out, and it has been downhill ever since. Then The Boy catches it. The Boy is always sick (I think it's because he likes to put things in his mouth - pens, pencils, bolts). I didn't think too much of it. Kids get sick.

Then The Man Beast and I started walking around the house like we'd been run over by a Mack truck. Ever exercise so much that every bone, muscle and cell in your body hurts? Yeah, me neither. But if I had, I imagine that what I was feeling is what it would feel like. Man Beast even commented that his hair hurt.

But the funny thing about all this was aside from the fact that we felt like dog meat, we felt fine. No fever. No runny nose or any other runny things. Fine.

Then the day after Christmas came and life as we knew came to a screeching halt. The Man Beast and I were laid up in bed from Friday to Sunday. Thank goodness we had Christmas left overs that the kids could much on, otherwise, the kids probably would have starved to death. The Man Beast and I certainly didn't have much an appetite.

On Monday, the Man Beast got up to go to work and called me two hours later to come pick him up. He stayed home Monday and vegged on the couch. Luckily, by this time, I was feeling much better.

We're all walking around like zombies. We're feeling 100% better, but when you feel less than 100% perfect, feeling 100% isn't really 100%. But we're better.

And that's why we're going to party like it's 1999...um, 2009?



We are going to watch the remake of Journey to the Center of the Earth with Brendan Fraser. I hope it's a good movie (if you've seen it, don't spoil it!). There is a slight chance that we will all stay up until midnight, ring in the new year and then crash into bed.

Yeah, we're real partiers here in the Turtlehouse.

Happy New Year...