I am lying in bed hoping that my head stops feeling like its being crushed by a vice and my stomach decides it really doesn't want to throw up the mouthful of food I ate earlier (my fave meal too - spag carbonara). DH is wrapping presents/filling stockings & I want to be helping, but I can hardly move. Really hope he doesn't find his presents too...but he probably already has as they're still in their amazon boxes & just a few feet away from the kids' presents.

