Do you ever feel like you need to go to bed for about 1 week? That’s me today - and probably the majority of my family as well. I actually have a sense of humor about Thanksgiving now. If I wasn’t laughing, I’d be crying, so I choose to just laugh about it.

I think I skipped the part about Beth bowling on Wednesday - she forgot to release the ball and went down after it, fracturing her shoulder. Vicki got the flu Thursday and was laid up. We had a good Thanksgiving dinner - everything tasted good. Mike called his father that evening after dinner and we got the major shock that his mother was in ICU - which has caused some major family trauma. I can’t go into it but needless to say it is a major deal. Things are looking better now, but it has been very hard on Mike and everyone else. It also puts things into perspective about life and just what is worth getting hyper about.

I went to my parents with Lily and stayed until Steve and Vicki left - we took Kaitlyn to see a very bad “Cat In The Hat”. Even Mike Myers couldn’t save the film. They left Saturday morning, just in time for dad and mom to come down with either the flu or some respiratory crap. I’ve been coughing for three weeks anyway so I’m used to this. Lily refused to eat dinner last night, so as I’m carrying her up the stairs to go to bed, I lean in to kiss her and she projectile vomits into my mouth and all over my clothing. Ah, a mother’s love. She had a very high fever and was up most of the night just whimpering - it was so pitiful. She’s still really out of it today and all of us are exhausted and beyond stress or upset. Hence the comment about wanting to go to bed for a week.

My mother took care of Lily this morning when she got up so I was able to go back to sleep, and now Mike is home, just sitting with Lily and trying to comfort her. Hopefully the Tylenol we gave her will help break her fever and she will feel better, but it was just the topper to a bizarre week in our lives. This Thanksgiving rivals the one we spent in Laguna Beach where everyone got stomach flu, Frank broke his arm playing basketball, and Risa had to take care of everyone, including her two kids. I’m sure she felt much like I do today. Calgon, take me away.

Mike may end up back in Pinehurst this week, but we don’t know right now. It’s the first Thanksgiving since we’ve been together that we haven’t put the tree up, so I’m feeling very unfestive and down. I think some sleep will help that, and also getting the dress shopping for the silent auction next weekend out of the way this afternoon. How someone can dread shopping as much as I do, I will never know. I think I remember two periods in my life where I enjoyed shopping for clothes (both of those times I weighed between 98 and 105 pounds). Again, let’s put it all in perspective. So I’m not going to look like a Hollywood movie star this year. What’s new, and it’s not the end of the world. I have a 1 year old to show for my weight gain - that should be worth it.