13 Things I've Learned Over Christmas Break

Blogger must be having 'issues' again, because this morning when I logged on, things were all messed up on my blog. It took some doing, but I think I've finally gotten things back to normal again. Somehow, a picture of our dog was posted where my own picture is supposed to go. Very strange.

Anyway, a lot has happened over our Christmas Break that I've been itching to blog about, so here goes:

***Disclaimer: If you are eating or have a weak stomach, you may wish to skip this posting***

13 Things I've Learned Over Christmas Break

1.) Lasagna, Baked Ziti and Pasta with Alfredo sauce are great foods to serve at our Church Youth Group Christmas Parties.

2.) Making gingerbread Christmas trees out of waffle Ice cream cones, storebought frosting, and tons of types of decorative candies was a much easier and far more enjoyable alternative for our large youth group than the crumbly graham cracker gingerbread houses Rachael Ray suggested doing last year.



3.) Allowing our 11 year old son (who was already hopped up on sugar from eating waaaay too much of the candy intended for said Gingerbread Trees, not to mention soda and other things not normally allowed in his everyday diet) to make a gigantic midnight snack of Lasagna and Baked Ziti after said party was not a good idea.

4.) It was a good thing I didn't go into nursing as a profession. Because aside from the fact that I couldn't even handle dissecting things in my biology class in college, I would have made a horrible and very unsympathetic nurse.

5.) Just smelling, seeing, or knowing someone is puking nearby is enough to make wretch and gag and even throw up myself if forced to get too close to it.

6.) My husband has a cast-iron stomach and can handle cleaning up puke.

7.) My husband does not appreciate me laughing like a hyena (and intermittenly gagging and wretching) when he wails from our sons bedroom while cleaning up said puke, "He got it on the wall!!!" (behind heavy, wooden bunk beds).

8.) Changing the sheets immediately after discovering our son was sick will result in immediately needing to change them again once he's settled back into bed.

9.) Puking episodes in our house will, without a doubt, result in needing to buy new pillows because ain't nobody going to touch the 'puke' pillows with a 10-foot-pole even if they are sent through the wash with bleach and hot water for two cycles with extra rinses each time...not even the boy that puked on them.

10.) Putting a towel over sons pillow does not work to protect his bedding from become soiled, because son could not possibly just turn to the side while puking, but instead felt it necessary to sit up and get it on everything else instead.

11.) Laundering the sheets, pajamas, pillows and cases, the 2 duvet covers and his two down comforters (one from the top and one from the bottom bunks, both conveniently on his bed that night) will, when all is said and done, give you the same workout as chopping five cords of wood.

12.) No matter how sick he appears to be (though without a fever), son will perk up immediately when his dad asks him what movie he'd like for him to rent at Blockbuster that afternoon.

13.) Because mom does not witness #12 take place, son continues to milk the situation for all it is worth, and she continues to wait on hand and foot on him for well over 24 hours, until son makes a critical error in asking his mom to take his picture (in bed) and blog about it.



Tell me, does this look like a sick child to you? A little spoiled, perhaps, but certainly not sick.