Many, many thanks to my friend Brit - she sent me a care package last week and it included a copy of Mixed Nuts. Not only did her package come on a perfectly perfect day in which I was exhausted and needed a smile, but the movie was really good and also just what I needed. A slightly crazy Christmas movie that will definitely be part of my yearly holiday rotation now.
Christmas was spent in a chaotic whirlwind of family, endless logs of Duraflames, shredded tissue paper and overstimulated children. All sprinkled generously with cheap wine, saturated fats from a variety of God's creatures, starchy carbs and enough real, pure cane sugar to make my pancreas cry, "For the love of Jesus, Uncle already!!!". Let us not forget my personal, Sepia-toned Grinch. One of these years, Manoj will learn the true Spirit of Christmas. Whether he likes it or not.
Despite the curry-doused, anti-thesis to George Bailey who happens to reside in my home (and happily, my bed), the holidays are quite simply, one of the very best parts of being a parent. I relish making the Magic happen for my kids, all the while knowing that over the years, my ability to do so will increasingly diminish in their eyes. As such, I will cherish these years with Ye Olde Team of Chaos in the meantime.
To cap this year off, this week marks a huge push toward purging -- mostly toys and whatever clutter cannot escape my wily grasp as I canvass our house armed with a fierce gleam in my eye and a black trash bag in my hand. In our house, white bags are used for trash, but for Junk Purging, I buy special, heavy-duty black bags. Even Arun and Anjali know to watch me carefully these days.
Ugh. Am I the only one who approaches January with caution? Why does January have to be such a downer? I am fine for the week just after Christmas because New Year's Eve mutes the black hole that Christmas leaves in its wake, but then January rears her ugly mug and ruins everything. Right?
Anyway..... This year, I have some thoughts on how I plan to brighten my mood this year. In the meantime, I am open to YOUR ideas. How do you get through January?
Santa only brought each kid one present and a bonus Christmas fish since Alex the Betta died 3 days before Christmas. Yes, I am a mean mom and only let my kids ask for ONE thing from Santa. MEAN.
Arun's favorite gift was the $3 set of fossilized shark teeth in his stocking. Sure, he likes his DSi (used! bargain! still expensive!), but he likes the teeth EVEN MORE. Because they were once in a SHARK'S MOUTH.
Anjali's favorite gift was her Indian doll Nahji that cost a whole $25. Ask me what she thought of her fancy pants American girl doll that she begged for and hand-picked from a CSI-style lineup of usual suspects. The same doll that has TEETH which Anjali has decreed shall not be on the head of any doll SHE owns. TEETH. The horrors.
Guess who received a second-hand American Girl doll for Christmas from her loving daughter?
Go ahead, ASK.