Worst Christmas Ever

Well, we're here. I think we're going to live, though I had my doubts. For Christmas, we all woke up with the flu. Every one of us. A few of us were already quite sick by Christmas Eve and by morning we were in bad shape. We opened up presents between coughing and puking and very high fevers. Then we collapsed into heaps in the living room and stayed for days. I think we were in and out of comas. If the Health Department had discovered us, we would've been put out of our misery for sure and quarintined for a year. We only got worse and worse but starting yesterday could move around more. Paul and I are feeling like we might actually be kicking this thing, although we are wiped out, exhausted and have terrible coughs. The kids are doing better, going longer without fevers and we're all starting to eat again. I am still upset that Christmas was so ruined. All of the gifts are hardly touched. We froze the Roast Beast for a later date, but I don't know when. A few of our Soldiers did church for us. We haven't left the house for 5 days, expect for Paul who had to do payroll this morning. I vacuumed today, knocked the wind out of me and cooked french toast so the kids would eat. They look so skinny with big old heads on top. I told them they could eat whatever they want, they just need to eat.