Christmas Eve should have been a warning...

We should have known that this Christmas wouldn't turn out the way other peoples' do just because of Christmas Eve. My brother is typically negative about his presents, church and the whole shebang but this year was different. He went to church, no complaints; he watched his kids, no complaints; he opened his parents, no complaints....SUPER STRANGE. And very out of character.

So since he was actually on his best behavior we should have known that the rest of the break would go downhill. But.......no.

My parents, little brother, and I all rode up to Illinois, with my 1 and a half year old nephew screaming for the last 30 minutes. This was crappy part numero uno.

Dos...My great uncle Freddy was put into the hospital with a septic infection, kidney failure and all sorts of crazy stuff. The last update we had: he's off blood pressure meds, his face and hands are swollen, he has a blood clot in his arm, his infection started in his bladder and he is still in critical condition. Prayers requested, thank you.


Tres...My dad hit my aunt and uncle's car in the driveway. We were on our way to my aunt's house and my dad just didn't see their car, that happened to be sitting in the driveway the entire 12 hour day.

Quatro...The neighbor across the street backed up into my cousins car. The front driver's side needs to be completely re-done. $1000s of work.

Cinco....My grandfather was trying to get out of his garage and ripped the mirror off of his car.


I think that is about all that happened this week, so far.

We still have until Tuesday when we have to drive back to Texas.