Well – I guess it’s time to get back to a life that doesn’t involve consuming large amounts of chocolate before 10 a.m.
I always find the Holidays a bit difficult. I think it may be just the change in routine. I have handed money to a cashier pretty much every day (the 25th being the lone exception) since the beginning of December. I have baked a variety of goodies on a bi-weekly basis, and felt genuine concern over running out of condensed milk. I have examined weekly flyers as if they contained the hidden, long-awaited confession from OJ. I no longer recognize myself.
It all made for a wonderful holiday with a comfortable amount of palpable family tension. It is never like the movies though, is it? Not once has my family convened on the front lawn to gaze upon our decorations while breaking into spirited carolling. Maybe next year!
It’s time for all things to revert back to normal. I love my husband, truly and completely, but the cats and I really need him to go back to work! We have a routine based largely on quiet contemplation, and 4 continuous hours of Mario Galaxy simply doesn’t fit in. I have tried to convince him that showing up unexpectedly at the office is just the kind of self-starter initiative that is going to take him places. He chuckled and ate a cookie. The man will clearly be defending the Universe from the couch in his Blue Bomber pyjama pants until the New Year. The cats and I will just have to be happy with shooting each other knowing glances and keeping one eye on the calendar.
I hope Christmas found you warm, happy and surrounded by chocolate. Oh yeah – and loved ones.
C.