This picture pretty much sums up our holiday break. It is wonderful and magical, like Indiana Jones (1 through 3 at least). All the kids had a happy ending: everyone was pleased Christmas morning (even Miles, who wanted an iphone, but he’s ten + his dad and I don’t have one = no way he’s getting one.) I had some problems and upsets, much like Indy himself, like having some sort of stomach bug from Christmas Eve through Christmas Day to the next afternoon (which is tragic mostly because I had the most decadent breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert and snacks all planned out, weeks in advance, to eat on Christmas Day, and I ate nothing), and Hugh spilling red creme soda on the carpet, drawing on the couch, and stealing his brothers and sisters’ toys, but it’s not like Christmas sucks you through a vortex of time and space into a parallel universe where everyone is the same, only perfect. But we always hope a little, don’t we? It was a soft, quiet family day and although I hate surprises myself, I love giving them out. It felt good to get all the presents, wrapping, and secrets stuffed under my bed, in my closet, and in any crook and cranny I could find out in the open. Giving out presents + de-cluttering my closets and crannies = de-light-ful.
I find that all Christmas break, while the kids are at home, I keep following around room to room picking things up, dropping a load of laundry in, wiping things down–general scurrying about. It’s never-ending. But I’m making a concerted effort to relax and let it all go. Just kidding! I totally pick up and then relax. But overall, the past few days have been simple and relaxing (relatively) and nice. The kids were happy, Topher and I were happy, and the kids played with their new toys under the soft glow of the tree (really), and I will take those moments where I can and collect them and save them for the long, grey, cold winter ahead of us when we’re all stir crazy.
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