Christmas
0010: Santa's little helper delivers modest contents of Esther and Julia's stockings. The children do not stir. Julia will later claim to have heard a loud stomping on the roof.
0600: Esther gets up, visits toilet and is told to get back to bed.
0700: Julia gets up and is told to get back to bed until 7:30 at the absolute earliest. To her credit she returns to bed without making scene.
0715: Julia gets up again. Hops into bed with parents.
0730: Julia gets stocking and begins eating chocolate.
0800: Esther gets up and begins eating chocolate.
0815: Dog throws up. It is not clear how much chocolate it has eaten.
0900: Breakfast. Boiled eggs and toast.
0930: Opening of Christmas presents. I won't bore you with details, but everybody appeared satisfied with their haul. Bear in mind that this is the second-St. Nicholas-themed day of the month and therefore second round of presents.
1015: Julia begins complaining mildly of stomach ache. She is ignored.
1045: Julia throws up stoically in and around the downstairs toilet.
1055: Bread sauce I abandoned for mopping duty burns to bottom of pan.
1115: After shower and hairwash, color returns to Julia's previously palid face.
1200: Cooking continues. Remains of bread sauce are salvaged. They have a not unpleasant (to my mind) charcoaly undertone.
1230: I begin ignoring nagging feeling I may have contracted whatever caused Julia to puke. I start drinking.
1300: Irmie slumps into chair grasping belly.
At this point, the day could have degenerated into a vomitfest, but instead Irmie's family arrived and all went extremely well. Children played without fighting; the dog did not make off with the ham; food was good and wine excellent. Nobody threw up. What more can you ask from a Christmas Day?
As I put Esther to bed, I asked her if she'd enjoyed the day and she said, "Yes, but your bread sauce wasn't as good as usual."
2355: Julia throws up.
0600: Esther gets up, visits toilet and is told to get back to bed.
0700: Julia gets up and is told to get back to bed until 7:30 at the absolute earliest. To her credit she returns to bed without making scene.
0715: Julia gets up again. Hops into bed with parents.
0730: Julia gets stocking and begins eating chocolate.
0800: Esther gets up and begins eating chocolate.
0815: Dog throws up. It is not clear how much chocolate it has eaten.
0900: Breakfast. Boiled eggs and toast.
0930: Opening of Christmas presents. I won't bore you with details, but everybody appeared satisfied with their haul. Bear in mind that this is the second-St. Nicholas-themed day of the month and therefore second round of presents.
1015: Julia begins complaining mildly of stomach ache. She is ignored.
1045: Julia throws up stoically in and around the downstairs toilet.
1055: Bread sauce I abandoned for mopping duty burns to bottom of pan.
1115: After shower and hairwash, color returns to Julia's previously palid face.
1200: Cooking continues. Remains of bread sauce are salvaged. They have a not unpleasant (to my mind) charcoaly undertone.
1230: I begin ignoring nagging feeling I may have contracted whatever caused Julia to puke. I start drinking.
1300: Irmie slumps into chair grasping belly.
At this point, the day could have degenerated into a vomitfest, but instead Irmie's family arrived and all went extremely well. Children played without fighting; the dog did not make off with the ham; food was good and wine excellent. Nobody threw up. What more can you ask from a Christmas Day?
As I put Esther to bed, I asked her if she'd enjoyed the day and she said, "Yes, but your bread sauce wasn't as good as usual."
2355: Julia throws up.
posted by corders | 1:28 PM
1 Comments:
Ho ho ho. Or should that be heave-ho? Sounds like a very Merry Christmas at the Corder household. Glad Julia didn't spread her holiday cheer to anyone but the dog -- or was it the other way around perhaps? Anyway, happy holidays to you all. You'll be happy to hear that Christmas Day was rainy and overcast here. But I won't torture you with descriptions of my Boxing Day luncheon overlooking sparkling Palm Beach (courtesy Ray Bonner). Oh, and my calendar is telling me to wish you a Happy Birthday too. All the best from Meraiah & Tim.
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