Holiday Wrap Up Bullet Style (as if there was another way to do it)

  • Santa came, Santa spoiled, Santa left.
  • My house can now be declared a Lego store.  I just need to make a sign and hang it in the front window.
  • The favorite toys of the year were the Lego sets and the American Girl Doll.  Whose birthday is apparently today, and I have been declared a bad “grandmother” for not realizing that fact any buying her a present or two (like a bed and a new outfit).
  • My husband made a Christmas Eve run to the yarn store, and my lovely LYS owners, knowing a desperate male when they see one, made my Christmas quite merry!  They even remembered my favorite brands of yarn, what needle sizes I was missing, and the fact that I store my circular needles in ziplock bags.
  • M also cooked the turkey on Christmas Day, and it was amazing how not having to worry about the turkey made the holiday so much less stressful.  He did an amazing job and now owns the turkey for the rest of our married days.
  • My house may never recover.  Seriously.  And matters are not being helped by the fact that our normal garbage pickup is on Friday, so we already had a weeks worth of trash, and now have a weeks worth of trash plus Christmas trash, plus two weeks of recycling sitting in our garage.  I have forbade anyone from generating any more trash or recycling.
  • New Years is shaping up to be a lovely evening consisting of my two playgroups plus a few neighborhood friends who know my house better than I do.  So very much better than the chaos that ensued last year.  And as our two late night “we are going to see the ball drop” families have declined the invite this year, everyone should be long gone by 10pm except Rebecca and her family, meaning I can have some semblance of normal returned to my house before heading to bed.
  • Now I need to stop eating and hit the gym.  A lot.  Even my fat jeans are a bit snug this afternoon.
  • That won’t stop my from my turkey quesadillas with brie and cranberry chutney, however.  No sir-ree Bob!
  • Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season, if you find yourself lacking in Legos, just let me know.

A Love/Hate Reationship

I loved Christmas.  I loved the lights, and the pretty trees, and the peace that could be found by sitting on one’s couch and listening to holiday music and sipping some sort of adult beverage.  But the last time I remember sitting on the couch, listening to holiday music and sipping an adult beverage was somewhere around 1999.

Now, my children love Christmas.  And my husband loves Christmas, and I am pretty sure that my in-laws love Christmas.  Because for them, it is a magical holiday where presents and food appear, love is showered, and family is celebrated.  Me?  I now spend the holiday season making lists, cursing cheap wrapping paper and tape, and stressing over whether dinner will be ready at a reasonable hour or not.

This year I have been day dreaming of a destination Christmas.  One where we fly off to some southern location, where all presents need to fit in an airline approved carry-on bag, and where I dress and show up for a lovely meal cooked by someone who knows their way around a kitchen. A scenario that I never thought I would dream of.  But my (Christmas Eve, Christmas Morning, Christmas Dinner, take your pick) menu isn’t planned, and I have done not a stitch of holiday baking.

Can you tell that I am not so much into the holiday spirit this year?

On the upside, our New Years party is back to the pre-“eh, what’s a few more people” days.  And, I am not serving dinner.  AND, the kids will be watching a movie (or two, or three) in the basement.  But until then I have to get through three pageant rehearsals, two choir rehearsals, and find the partridge in the pear tree.