Remember my last post whining about sickness? Well, it was deserved. I only got worse as the week went on and ended up at the doctor's 3 times in 20 hours. Baby is fine, but I STILL have a nasty virus.
I'm terrible at being sick. I don't like to lounge around. I don't like to stay in bed.
But this virus really left me no choice.
Except Saturday morning, when I left a little better for an hour and INSISTED we go get our tree. Bad, bad idea. I could barely make myself get out of the truck. Then I asked for a ride up the hill in a golf cart, where I promptly took photos while pretty much lying on the ground:
That night, of course Franca gets a fever and Marc discovers over half of our tree lights are bad. So we delayed decorating until the morning, at which point I helpfully took photos from the couch:
This whole week Marc has cooked, cleaned, put up and decorated the tree, Christmas shopped, and did some bathroom work. All while I begrudgingly lounged and took photos of how pathetic we looked:
At least I can now look at our tree from the couch.
Pretty, huh?
(Yes, Marc is fully aware of the blank spots and will fix them tomorrow!)
p.s. y'all are breaking my heart telling me to paint my beloved orange ceiling!!
Our tree has, imho, more blank spots than not - it's like an ornament gremlin is afoot! Hope you kick this virus soon; Franca looks adorable even when sick :-)
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