Dec 27 2007
Kinda Catastrophic
Ahhh, Christmas with Brillig. Never a dull moment… Like Fuzzles vomiting— nothing says Merry Christmas like a face full of puke. Or, you know, Scooby jumping on an unsturdy chair (while I yelled, “don’t jump on that chair, you’ll fall!), falling, and breaking his front tooth— and all the screaming that ensued. (His smile is hilarious now, by the way. hahahahaha.) Or how ’bout when I baked loaves of my famous pumpkin bread for all my neighbors and somehow ruined the entire batch. Yeah… that was a good moment, when after spending hours (when I didn’t HAVE hours to spend) baking I discovered that I’d ruined 7 whole loaves of bread. Sigh. And let us not forget how I bought Hubby some hot new shoes and, though I swear I bought the right size, I discovered, while wrapping them, that I’d actually gotten the completely WRONG size. Hahaha. “Merry Christmas, darling. Sorry you can’t wear these, but aren’t they great?” Welcome to Christmas at the Brillig household, my friends!
Also, let it be noted that my parents completely and entirely skipped Christmas this year. Granted, they live in Spain which is, apparently, kinda far away. My parents are a strange bunch. Some years they overdo Christmas to the extreme, some years they just send a check and say, “buy the kids some presents and say they’re from us” and some years they, um, completely forget to acknowledge Christmas. Now, I can explain all of that to myself. My parents are just odd like that. But, um, what do I tell my kids? “Sorry, Gramma and Grampa forgot about you this year…” Yeah…
But, before I make it sound like we had a terrible day, let me assure you that it was actually quite fantastic. We spent Christmas Eve at home, with just our little fambly, and then Christmas morning the kids unwrapped all the nuggets of goodness that Santa had left for them. Then we headed to Hubby’s parents’ house (they live about half an hour away) where all of hubby’s siblings (five of them!) and their spouses and kids all gathered. Delicious food was served and way too many presents were bestowed upon us and our kidlings.
After many wonderful hours there, we then headed up to my brother’s house, yet another half our away, and hung out with him and his wife for a bit. That was a great way to end our day. From there, we drove the hour home and put our exhausted children into their beds, in their brand new pajamas. Awwwwwwww.
In true “I’m so OVER Christmas” fashion, I took down the tree early the next morning, vacuumed up all the pine needles, and packed up all the decorations. Not in a huffy or frustrated way, just in a “I’m done with Fuzzles eating pine needles, I’m done with Scooby breaking ornaments, I’m done with needles all over my floor, I’m done with Fluffy ringing the jingle bells constantly, and I’m done with Bubba trying to knock our already very wobbly tree over” kind of way. Christmas is over here, folks. O. Ver. Though, I confess, I still have some Christmas CD’s out. That’s the only part of Christmas that I don’t get sick of by Dec. 26! My hubby, however, is ready to lock up my music collection. He doesn’t like my music. Because he’s weird.
And there it is, folks. Thanks to all who have sent me Christmas wishes, including those of you who sent cards in the MAIL (wow!!!). Hope you all had a Merry Merry time!
***And, just a note, Soap Opera Sunday will continue its hiatus this weekend too. We will resume the first weekend of January. That should give everyone the chance to come up with something fantastically soapy! Let’s have a record number of participants that day!!!
