You may have noticed that there is no blog this week.
This is because along with bringing a train set, a new set of slippers for Mommy and some high-alcohol content beer for Daddy (old Santa knows us so well!) trusty St. Nick also brought us a wicked all-family bout of the stomach flu.
We've been dropping like flies one by one and I've been too busy trying to cool my cheeks on the bathroom tiles and praying for the sweet relief of death to do much writing.
I'll be back next week with all new tales of holiday madness.
Until then I will simply wish you a Happy New Year before returning to my regularly scheduled bouts of projectile vomiting.
Please feel free to join me in spirit this Saturday in my own post-motherhood New Year's Eve tradition of eating cereal in front of the TV until 8:45pm, at which time I announce loudly, "It's the New Year somewhere!" before crawling immediately and unapologetically into bed.
Here's hoping you enjoy it as much as I do.
