It's over????

Hard to believe it's over already, that we're back to routine starting tomorrow.

My alarm went off at normal times today, and all I could do was grunt, shut it off and roll over. Tomorrow morning should be interesting at best.

Hasn't seemed like much of a holiday, to be honest. Sure, we got thru Christmas just fine - it was this week that the rails kind of fell off. Gabi and Chloe both got sick on Tuesday. I don't mean sniffles - I mean prone in bed, moaning, groaning, complaining, crying, etc. They both spiked fevers, hot, cold, hungry, not eating, thirsty, etc. Been kind of brutal to exist alongside with, so I can't even imagine actually having the illness. We wound up doing absolutely nothing for New Years - Maya and I ventured to the video store, and we hung out with some serious screen time, watching the Princess and the Frog (awesome), Christmas at the House of Mouse (slightly less than awesome), and the Great Big Sea/Kardinall Offishal/Barenaked Ladies New Years from Niagara Falls, which was good. Chloe kind of slept off and on in Mommy's arms, but Maya was straight on til midnight.

At any rate, we thought we were doing better, then Chloe spent New Year's Day - the whole day - in bed. Not moving at all. We were planning to seek medical attention if she wasn't better today. Thankfully a bit of a bounce back, she even got up to go with Baba and Gogo to Conrad's birthday party. That freed Gabi and I up to prepare for Wright's Christmas, the last major event on our calendar, postponed from Dec 12 when the 3 of us not named Chloe all got sick last.

I was trying to do a lot of the work, because, as Gabi put it, this WAS my idea.

You see, this whole thing is based on tradition. We've been getting together with them for Christmas for years and years. Can't remember when it began, can't remember when it hasn't happened.

The problem with it these days? I haven't seen any of these people with the exception of Laura since last Christmas' party. So it was our turn to host, my parents letting us know that they weren't interested in having it at their place anymore, and Terry and Jenny doing it the last time the pendulum fell our way.

The point for me may have been made when Maya was relating a story she saw downstairs, about something the man sitting next to Gogo said. No idea what his name was. I also heard Alex talking to Dexter, asking him when Morose Christmas was. Uh, yeah, kid, you're there right now. And I certainly can't blame him for not knowing.

Now, I know everyone has busy lives, but perhaps we need to get together more than at Christmas for there to be any point, so at least our kids know who everyone is when we do get together.

Definitely something to think about over the next year.