We survived it! We survived and no one ran out of milk, bread or toilet paper. I didn’t get out to play in the snow but Chase and Ben did and it sure did look like a lot of fun. Being housebound is nothing new for me these last few weeks. I think the little one suffered most. She is definitely going through something. As of 10pm we were still hearing footsteps on the stairs, 10pm! It’s madness. 10pm is pretty drastic for thr girl usually loves to sleep. I think we’re all nearing the end of our rope. Thankfully, we were extended some good hospitality over the weekend and well, you can’t kill each other in front of your neighbors.
I feel particularly proud of myself today because after being off kitchen duty for nearly two weeks I managed to wrap hot dogs in crescent rolls today for lunch. Ben totally took over cooking for me while I recover. We’ve been eating quite well. Contrary to what he would have you believe, the man can cook. He even made his own bbq sauce from a dog eared page in a Cooking Light magazine for dinner tonight, a recipe! Very tasty!
He’s been a great help but I’m counting down the days until I’ve served out this two week sentence. I can’t possibly go on like this for much longer. The house needs cleaning but more importantly, Chase needs me. Bedtime has been so difficult these last few days and not being able to go upstairs is not making it any easier. My discharge instructions say 2-3 weeks for outings and driving and 6 weeks for housework but that can’t be right, can it?
Christmas is coming, soon! I loved reading all of your comments about your holiday traditions. It’s reassuring to know that other families wrestle with their own questions about the holiday season. We haven’t even scratched the surface on the religion issue but that will inevitably have to be addressed some time soon as well. Actually, the whole thing was kind of cathartic. After writing the post and reading all of your responses, I stopped worrying about it so much.