Survival

For the last few days I have been looking forward to Christmas vacation with something almost akin to pleasure. For five days I have been counting the sleeps until Teapot and the girls don't require a hearty breakfast each morning.... till they would be home and we could really start enjoying home time. There has been a nasty stomach flu circulating the school and rarely does Christmas season come and go without someone biting the dust and spending a night praying to the porcelain god and bugging out on the couch for a day or two. We even have had it happen on Christmas Eve and forget turkey then. So one of the reasons I have been looking so forward to the end of school is because I think that if I can just get everyone to that day then I can get them past the nasty flu. So each morning I wake up and look at Teapot and saying things like.... 4 days left dear... or 3 days left dear.... or two days left dear. This morning I woke up late and Teapot, bless him let me sleep since he knew that I put in a nasty night of tossing and turning. So when I came downstairs the dear ones were just finishing their breakfast of cold cereal (poor ones). Teapot handed me a nice cup of tea because the expression on my face said Caffeine In Some Form Or Bust. I looked at him and said... one more sleep.... and he responded with this... Ah... I forgot to tell you that the JCRs are doing an outdoor survival camping trip for two days starting Monday.

I promptly cried, which I can only put down to not having enough caffeine in my blood stream. So Teapot and Daughter #1 will head off into the bush to sleep on the ground with nothing other than snow and leaves to cover them which means no sleeping at all and will return on Wednesday so tired that they wouldn't be able to fight a bug if it collapsed on their forehead. Anything remotely to do with Christmas that doesn't get done on Saturday and Sunday will have to wait till after Wednesday.... sometimes it just doesn't pay to look forward to something. Sometimes it's better to just stay in bed.

I wonder who will be doing more of the survival training... them or me!

On a brighter note.... Knit Night tonight.