Worst Christmas Ever

Okay, so maybe it wasn't the WORST Christmas ever.  Christmas is never really bad.  I know, there's all the "holiday cheer," the "reason for the season," blah, blah, blah.  I'm such a negative Nelly.  Or is is Debbie downer?  Maybe, I could just classify it is as the worst December ever.  Nah, that makes it sound even worse.
If you read my last post, you read that I was sick throwing up on my birthday.  Not just throwing up.  But, THROWING UP! It was the worst I've ever been sick.  Caden got sick, too.  It was his first time ever throwing up.  Pretty amazing for a six year old, if I do say so myself.  And, as many of you know, I have this intense fear of throwing up.  Whether it's me, my kids, my neighbors (hey, their germs could float over here), my friends at church (nope, not shaking their hands!).  I'm pretty sure I should be on some sort of medication for it.  It's a horrible thing for me.  Someone even mentions vomit, and immediately, I feel nauseous myself.  I even feel a little nauseous typing this post.  But we spent the better part of a week and a half recuperating and sanitizing the house.  It was a major ordeal.
Okay, back to the worst Christmas ever.  My parents have not been to our house at Christmastime for many years.  It's not that they don't like us, but I don't think they like being away from home on holidays. But, by some miracle, I talked them into coming up here.  Holidays are stressful enough as is, so I wanted to keep it low key, but I also wanted to have plenty of things to keep us busy.  I think they think we're lazy, tv watching people (which we are), and I wanted to prove them wrong.  I had cookie making, goodie baking, gingerbread house making, a night at the movies, Christmas light displays, all kinds of fun holiday activities.  But, do you know what happened? They got sick.  Both of them.  Throwing up.  They arrived Thursday and got sick Friday.  They were supposed to leave Monday, but were so sick and weak, they couldn't leave until Tuesday.  So, we had a great Thursday night and Friday afternoon.  But ixnay on the rest of the eekendway.  You can only imagine the toll this took on my nerves.  I spent the next week fretting over which one of us would be the next to get sick.  None of us did.  Just goes to show you, worrying does nothing for you.
After a few stressful hours and after the shock wore off, I, with the help of my blessed husband, pulled myself together.  I figured it may be the worst Christmas for me, but I didn't want to ruin it for my children.  And, I think, as far as they  are concerned, they had a great Christmas.  So, most of the fun things we had planned for my parents, we put off and saved until the next weekend of new years.  Whew.  I'm glad we made it through all that.

UPDATE:  Okay, as I go back and read this, I realize it may come across as superficial and ungrateful to some people.  Things could be so much worse than just being sick on Christmas.  I think I am funny, and sometimes tend to be too sarcastic.  I hope you realize that.  If my mom read this, I would hope her feelings wouldn't be hurt.  I'm pretty sure they wouldn't.  At the time, Christmas was not fun.  But as time passes and we look back at all the "events" that took place, it's kinda funny.   I'm sure it will be a Christmas we won't forget for a long time!