On the fifth day of vacation my true love gave to me...

...a 3-year old who was fever-free!

I was so worried we'd be mopping up vomit on Christmas Eve.

That was my nightmare last night.

In between being woken up by K talking in her sleep.

My kids talk in their sleep when they have fevers, it's weird!

Everyone was relatively good today, I must admit.

They know the guy in the red suit is around the corner, so they're giving their last-minute all.

I'll take it.

To boot, my friend and her sons invited My Boy over for a playdate, that was cool.

I ran over during Hubby's lunch break and took a tad too long.

He called me and I was so excited that I was out, talking to another adult, in the real world, that I over-stayed my welcome.

Later, I battled the parking lot at Safeway, stood in line for EVER, but did get our holiday basics.

My first time buying a ham, I made 3 phone calls from the store about which one to buy.

My 3 choices were: pre-glazed spiral, butt, and shank.

Yes, my 11 year old and I giggled.

Shank is such a funny word associated with meat.

Settled for the pre-glazed spiral.

Got some cleaning and organizing done.

Slow and steady wins the race.

I ate like 8-year old today which was oddly delicious.

PB & J and Puffy Cheetos for lunch and then mini corn dogs and a baked potato for dinner.

I'm going to ask Hubby to read me a bedtime story before bed, see what he says!