Night before Christmas, we go to bed early. Ken wakes up ~10 spiking a fever, over 100 degrees, very high for him. Alka Seltzer, rubbing alcohol, panic. Fever comes down within an hour. Wake up all night to take his temp with the forehead thermometer (such an invention). Not much sleep. Do not know why this happened.
Also in the night: dog barks like maniac, indicating unwelcome small visitor in kitchen. Ken deliriously constructs a Maginot Line of household items in doorways to prevent dogs from getting into kitchen. Visitors are welcome to do as they wish this night, but dogs MUST. STOP. BARKING.
He didn't get a lot of sleep either and snoozes past noon. Wakes up ready for Christmas with Brandon. We go to IHOP for the classic family meal.
The three of us go shopping at Tractor Supply, cause that's how we roll. Visitor removal supplies obtained.
Come home, nap. Wake up feeling like I've poked myself in the eye, and with a mouth full of ulcers. Stress much?
Dog barks like maniac: visitor spotted. Ken sets up the supplies purchased for him. I feel a great relief that I am no longer the only person in the house doing this sort of thing. Welcome back to mousetrapping, sweetie!
Soon: leave for church. Because my mouth hurts but my heart is glad. :) Merry merry to you all!
