Thanksgiving 2009.....One for the books

Thanksgiving, a time when families come together and celebrate abundance and all the many things they have to be thankful for. Extra time has been put into the setting of the table so that it is just so and looks beautiful with the antique plates that came from Grandma when she got married, the turkey is roasting giving the house a delicious, mouth watering smell and life is good.

At least that is how it is supposed to be........and usually is around my house. However this year it was a little different. At 12:07 am to be exact I was awakened by my son vomiting in his bed. As I rushed in to help him I realized this was beyond my mom capacity and thankfully my wonderful husband came in and took care of the mess while I took Spencer down stairs to rock. Which then turned into a vomit fest of every 30-45 min all night long until about 8:00 in the morning. At that point my husband came down from slumber land and sent me up to bed for a few winks, called everyone who amazingly enough said that they would still come over. I know, crazy. He took care of everything, got the turkey roasting etc....... What a man!
I went through the day like a zombie on sleeping pills going from my family downstairs to checking on Spencer upstairs, but it was still nice.

As is our tradition, we went and got our Christmas tree on Friday since Spencer was better by then. Then, Friday night as I was getting the lights on the tree, I heard Jordan start in with the vomiting around 7:00. Lee started in as well. this was shaping up to be one very bad weekend. Sure enough I got sick on Saturday too. So did everyone else who was at our house of thankfulness. Interestingly enough so did my husbands family who did NOT come to our house.

Into this brewing petrie dish walked my daughter's boyfriend who is obviously insane, and took her out for the night. She and Derek are now back at Purdue and I am just waiting to hear of his porcelain worship................So if you hear of an outbreak of stomach flu at Purdue, you can blame a very pathetic little seven year old boy who we are calling patient zero, and one very ___________(insert your own word here) young man who had to see his girlfriend.