Not wanting to "steal the illness limelight" from my baby on her third birthday, I didn't mention in my last post that I also had the dreaded flu alongside Csilla. Thankfully she has already made a full recovery, whereas I continue to be a useless lump of soggy noodles.
I say this not to garner sympathy comments, but only to say how annoyed I am that two of my favourite events all year were pretty much complete and total washouts.
And the nominees for Biggest Disappointment of the Year are...
1. My Baby's Birthday Party - which had to be cancelled (although a redux is in the works), and;
2. The Academy Awards - which I luckily enjoyed from the couch, but not with my usual fervour and none of the cosmopolitans! Gasp. Shock. Horror.
And the Biggest Disappointment of the Year Award goes to:
My Baby's Birthday Party - the look on Csilla's face when we told her we had to cancel her birthday party (as if barfing on her birthday wasn't punishment enough) was the worst thing I've had to endure all year. I'd rather be sick again then have to witness her face crack into a million pieces as she was consumed by tears over her cancelled party. Unfortunately telling her we would do it again soon just doesn't register in a three-year-old's mind the way a mama would hope.
How sucky is that?
A close runner up in this category is the fact that I didn't have the energy (or the equilibrium) to comment ad nauseum on all things Oscar here on my blog. It really is my favourite television event of the year. Sigh.
To everyone who has posted comments in the last few days, thank you so much! I've only had enough energy to glance at a few things, but almost no energy to reply or to keep up with your blogs. Hopefully I'll catch up this week, but if I don't, thanks for your support.
Getting dizzy again... must go to bed.