I might as well have been stuck in a cocoon for the last week. I have no idea where the time went or what happened. All I know was that my four year old, Lanes, was home with holidays and I was preparing for the first party we were hosting this month. With Lanes constantly in the kitchen with me, and getting underfoot while I was trying to do all things domestic, I’m afraid I just over did things a bit! A lot of chocolate was consumed--by me.
First off, I catered for twice as many folks as we actually had. I don’t know what I was not thinking. My gastronomically frugal spouse, P, is now looking rather pale at the prospect of having various reincarnations of meatloaf for the remainder of the week, when party number two comes along and yet another meatloaf surfs his way. I guess I could change the menu, but since I’m distracted with Lanes, I don’t see that happening.
I had over prepped for the party and when the time came for our guests to arrive, I went for a shower and came out feeling really wiped out. I realized that they were fun down to earth folks, and just went for a home and home meal instead of a decked out holiday feast. We really enjoyed their company, although my OCD acted up and I had to clean up as I went along. I told them its part of my ‘charm’ (read, I’m a nutjob, but a loveable one--you know you're old when you don't even try to hide these things).
The next day, we went for a late lunch at their place and for the first time since we moved to Canada, we had a fun time without worrying about Lanes at all! This was mostly because Lanes was busy with their children and the kids of another couple, who are also our friends. We actually got to play a game without having Lanes run off with a deck of cards or trying to swallow the dice. We don't meet up often at all, so it was really quality time.
As a result of the flurry of activity of the week, when everything was all done and Lanes was occupied playing with the toys Santa brought with her dad, I fell into a deep dreamless slumber. My back and shoulder pain and heartburn had returned at the end of this week, like unwanted guests and I just was beyond functioning!
Lanes is rather sad that Santa didn’t bring her a yoyo, even after she asked him for it so nicely, so now I’m on a mission to find a lightweight version of one. Good luck to me. I’m very determined to do this because although she was bummed out, she didn’t sulk and she appreciated what she did get. I’m glad they kept her busy for today. Too bad kids have the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to these things.
In other news, we went out around the neighborhood and Lanes was making snide comments about my driving. I brilliantly wanted to parallel park on a hill and Lanes squealed ‘oooh, I don’t want to look, I’m closing my eyes!’ and P stopped muttering under his breath to burst out laughing. Luckily for me, I was concentrating so hard that I missed the comment.
Before that she was pleading with me not to go too far and that perhaps its better if Daddy drove. At the end of the day she told me I did a good job and gave me directions on how to get to our parking lot. I guess this is how the term backseat driver came about. Someone must have been driving around with their preschooler.
All in all, our holiday season was cozy. We have a few more dinner parties to go to, at the homes our new friends we made in Canada. This is first Christmas holiday season that P and I are without our families, and we thought it might be sad, especially with Lanes wishing she was with her cousins in Seattle, but all three of us, had a lovely day. Our own little family. So it wasn’t blue.
Lanes was hoping for a dusting of snow, but we got only rain. So it wasn’t white. But I think, all in all it was just right. I must sign off now because I’m still in pain and really tired. For your amusement and in honor of our crazy a$$ ghetto fabulous apartment, I have changed the words to ‘Deck the Halls’ to the following song below—Seasons Greetings to all! More musings from BC next week…
Duck! The walls are wet and moldy
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Move in here, ’n you’ll be sorry
Fa la la lala, la blah blah blah.
Board the lifts at your own peril,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
See what happened to poor ole Sheryl,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Pipes are bursting right before us,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Fireman dash to save this circus.
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Now my friends have made a wager,
Fa la la la la , la blah blah blah.
To see when we’ll snap with displeasure.
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Halls are full of nicks and gashes,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Tenants fear as each day passes.
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Duck! The walls are wet and moldy,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Move in here ’n you’ll be sorry.
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
Heater’ s on no matter the weather,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
So our skin now looks like leather,
Fa la la la la, la blah blah blah.
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