It really does seem just like yesterday.
…or perhaps a week ago…and even like ten or twelve years ago.
I don’t know.
But yes, it was literally a week ago that this woman-child of mine went back to school for finals and tonight is back home again for the holidays…
and sleeping now because who sleeps during finals week?
But yeah, it really does seem like yesterday when this was her signature.
I swept up my broke, shattered nurse and finished decorating the new Big Top with most of our Christmas Crazy and focused on that which is good.
It’s another day. Some problems remain…and, no lie, seem to be getting exponentially worse and worse. It’s going to be a long four years and I might be saying that often and you all might get tired of that real quick.
Remember the last eight years of our Ultra Right Wing, Tea Party friends and that racist relative of ours and their daily social media postings?
But today is definitely another day and I am happily listening to the Hamilton Mixtape on loop and focusing on good…and my own deep personal yearning for improvement.
Today I have been suffering through an eye twitchy kind of headache. I’m sure the coffee house barista was concerned as he asked me twice if I wanted decaf.
No, I need my caffeine, dammit!
I am fairly confident that I did not say that out loud. I mean, my latte was just as delicious as ever and barista-guy wished me a wonderful day as he always does.
I’m trying to imagine that the ridiculousness of that rambling stream of consciousness I watched about the saving of Carrier, Mexico, someone’s son and the pride the unseen someone must be feeling, along with walls being built— walls with doors might have brought this on.
Better yet, I am telling myself it is the absurdity of the school calling me AND emailing me in order to inform me that my son’s illness is not an excused absence only to apologize when I questioned their notification because since when is it a bad thing to keep a sick, feverish child home from school?! Short staffing is the reason for marking Daniel’s absence unexcused after receiving my message on the attendance line as to why he would not be in school. What?! That’s the attendance clerk’s story—and perhaps a contributing factor to the eye twitching throbbing.
It could also have been brought on by the sleep deprivation that is night shift nurse life and caring for your sick child.
But then there was this.
A 26 year old treasure gifted to me shortly after I received my RN shattered—and what put me over the edge today.
Gawd I hope that this isn’t a metaphor of what is to come this final month and holiday season.
I’m just going to sit in this quiet corner and focus on the pretty, pretty lights. The lights are good. It’s warm. It’s bright. The light will heal that which is broke and, hopefully, the eye twitchy headache.
With the New Big Top means new adventures in holiday decorating because that is a thing. Of course the planning literally begins when viewing potential properties last Spring…imagining where to put up the big tree and what Griswold-crazy my darling husband will wrought. We both admitted that to one another this weekend as we started to slowly pull out The Big Top Christmas Crazy.
New Big Top, new adventures in holiday decorating, excuse us while we take our time because we have the time.
Except for Daniel because Daniel insists that the big tree can not have just lights. That is just wrong.
Holidays are about experiences and people, and tuning into what you feel like doing at the moment. Enjoy not having to look at your watch.
~ Evelyn Glennie
…or looking at your smart phone.
Goals! I have goals this holiday season.
So that impossibly gorgeous married couple I know so well because the wife is my darling daughter #1 shared a picture of themselves from a holiday party this weekend.
Naturally I grabbed a copy of it for myself; after I shouted, “Stop being so adorable!” Because, really, they are just too damn adorable. I wish I was that adorable! This shot really would be a perfect holiday card except for the fact that their even more perfectly adorable children aren’t in the picture.
Of course, that will not do because they are my perfectly adorable grand babies and they absolutely must be featured in their holiday cards.
Hollie and Ben, naturally, agree and they asked me to help them get the perfect holiday card photo.
You can’t imagine the fun.
Meanwhile, the much-coveted Scarborough Family Circus Holiday cards are here and ready to send out.
Let me know if you want one.