Sequestered

Okay, I know my posts have taken on a somewhat negative vibe lately. I truly don't like to complain, but this has to be the worst Christmas trip ever. Tonight I'm sitting alone at my mom's house, still too sick with pneumonia to do much of anything, and still possibly contagious to my granddaughters. My youngest son was staying with me to help, but today I encouraged him to go hang out with his brother and nieces. My middle son and his girlfriend went back home (to Jacksonville) yesterday morning.

The holidays are stressful enough without having to deal with purging one's mother's home of more than forty years, quarreling with one's family member, and getting seriously ill. I'm wishing I had planned to put off the house-readying until later; in reality, though, it probably wouldn't be much easier then. The temperature has been moderate until today. It's going to be very cold tonight and (I think) through the rest of the week.

The funny thing is that if I were at home, I would probably be by myself and it wouldn't bother me. I guess it's a combination of knowing that my oldest son and granddaughters (whom I don't see often) and having to stay away from them that makes me feel more alone. I hope that tomorrow I will be feeling better and not coughing germs all over the place. The doctor said I should stay away from the kids for two days and today is the second day. Either way, here or out, I'm going to work really hard to find something positive and happy.