Tis the season. No, I'm not talking about twinkling lights, gifts and candies. Or even the "Moops". I'm talking about ...GERMS! A season of decisions. Do I allow my kids to continue on living a relatively normal life or do I shelter them from the inevitable with many thick layers of visqueen (also known as Polyethylene) ???
Our church had it's annual Christmas party last night. I could not decide if I wanted to go until the last minute, literally. I sat here wringing my hands knowing that, by attending said Christmas party, my kids are very likely hence forth going to be sick the rest of the year. I had to weigh the pro's and con's and wrestle with my very "yellow" husband.
- Pro's: Free food, fun games, music, "THE man" himself- Santa would be there, and sure, visiting with friends too.
- Con's: LOTS OF COUGHING, RUNNY-NOSED KIDS AND ADULTS CRAMPED INTO SMALL QUARTERS!
We did go.
Usually the last piece of advice I tell my kids before I set them loose to wreck havoc is "remember who you are" or "have fun!" This time my last piece of advice was uttered with threatening tones "So help me, if you even think you see someone with a runny nose you RUN the other way, and you can't give Christina a hug today...I don't care that she's your best friend, do you hear me?!!!"
Extreme? No. Insane? Possibly. Really, come January I'm much more easy going and go through only one can of Lysol spray during the month, but leading up to Christmas?...Can you blame me? Am I being irrational? What would you do???
**Anyway, here's some of the "featured" episode for your reading pleasure.
MRS. SANGER: See it's not really a bubble. A lot of people think it's an igloo. But it's really just a plastic divider.
GEORGE: Huh.
GEORGE: Can you uh, go in the bubble?
MRS. SANGER: Well, you have to put so many things on because of the germs.
MEL: The gloves, the mask, it's a whole production.
GEORGE: So then he makes his own bed?
MRS. SANGER: Well, that's one of the things we fight about.
MEL: Would you like to meet him?
GEORGE: Uh, well, you know,...
MRS. SANGER: Oh, he loves games. Maybe you could play Trivial Pursuit with him.
DONALD: HEY MA WHAT THE HELL DO I GOT TO DO TO GET SOME FOOD AROUND HERE? I'M STARVIN'. AND IF IT'S PEANUT BUTTER, I'M GONNA SHOVE IT IN YOUR FACE.
Well, all the packages are opened and a pile of wrapping paper sits in our fireplace waiting to be burned. Boxes lay around the floor like a bunch of dead carcasses and I could build an addition to the house with the amount of plastic covered twist-ties that we've taken off each gift. Likewise, the roast beast and who-pudding have been devoured, and bits of chocolate covered pretzels from the neighbors cover the countertops.
