The shortest day

Today welcomed the first day of Winter otherwise known as the shortest day of the year, or Winter Solstice.  I didn't notice it much because I spent most of my day in bed like I have for a nearly a week now.  My poor children are wild with bordom.  But, come to think of it, they would be wild with anything no matter what. 

So I have lost a week of time during the busiest holiday season.  I didn't get time to make a shirt for my little ones birthday.  I bearly made the cake.  I haven't finished Christmas shopping and no neighbor gifts have been made and handed out.  And I didn't find out if the library had this book so we could have a little honoring of Winter Solstice to help the children with their overexcitement as Christmas approaches.  I've been doing nothing but being sick. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid.  I haven't been this knocked out sick for years.  Thank you friends and family for your support.  For bring me dinner and vacuuming my kitchen.  For talking the kids into jammies and encouraging them to clean their rooms.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!!  I have decided that tommorrow, I will not be sick.  Nope, not at all.  100% healed!  A Christmas miracle if you will.  I have lots to do and make up because  I'm pretty sure Santa is not going to accept my wish that Christmas will come a week late. 

I am, however, thrilled that tonight will be the longest night of the year.  Ahhh.....more time to sleep.