Our Christmas plans have been totally upset. We were going to be traveling to Middle Child's home; they were going to be hosting our little family gathering for the first time.
What happened was a good dose of strep throat; both Spice and Smidgen got the formal diagnosis yesterday. In the middle of last night, Smidgen had a fever of 103.2°F. The tylenol eventually brought it down; but all parents know what it's like, holding a burning child in your arms.
Between the stress of travel, the work associated with shutting down the Little House so it could freeze without permanent damage; getting a local friend to feed the guineas and chickens, and the extremely high probability that the strep will jump to anybody nearby, it was mutually decided that we'd really better not make the trip.
So. One day before Christmas, we've got to re-figure everything.
To a large extent, it's easier on us than on Middle Child. We've got to do some fast shuffling, but they were planning on a full house- and now will have just two. "We" includes oldest son Beelar, who is here with us in the Little House.
Christmas for us is a pretty big deal- more about family than anything else; and the change of the year.
Smidgen was disappointed not to be seeing her other brother; she'd been talking about it for weeks. But we're managing.
We've got beautiful Christmas snow here; both on the ground and falling, right now. And strep, coughs, and fevers notwithstanding; we're cozy in the Little House, and Smidgen has refocused. She's cheerfully humming and singing Christmas songs, between coughs.
It helps to be able to change directions with a minimum of drama. Taking it all in stride is an important skill; and likely to be even more important in the coming years.
Hope your Solstice Celebration, in whatever form, is a good one.
We have each other. That includes you.
Time to go make cookies.