Remember how I wasn’t that into Christmas but I listed all these things I was looking forward to and I started getting excited about it?
Joel caught my flu today.
I’m only just feeling better today. Which means that there isn’t much hope of Joel being magically fever free by tomorrow which is Christmas eve.
I know I talked about skipping Christmas and we kind of were anyway. We decided not to do presents for each other this year. I’m not a big present person so that doesn’t bother me.
But knowing I won’t be around my family eating delicious food kind of makes me want to cry.
This really sucks.
It’s obviously not his fault. I know how lousy this thing is. I feel awful for giving it to him. I wish I would have sent him to stay in a hotel or something while I was sick so he didn’t get it. Even it is wasn’t Christmas tomorrow I wouldn’t want him to feel so awful.
But yeah, it looks like I got my wish. I’m skipping Christmas this year. Joel and I will be home, sick and miserable.
Be careful what you wish for, right?