|Super grateful that I |
managed to whip up two
batches of Rocky Road Fudge Bars in
advance. They are in the freezer
- ready for our parties.
It's 3:00 am on Friday the 16th. My to-do list to prep for my two Christmas parties is lengthy, and my sinuses are aching. On Dec. 23rd, I'm officially hosting Coach's side, which is only his 2 local siblings and their families plus us, so 18 people - which includes a few young kids. Then my side of 33 mostly adults on the 25th.
**EDITED TO ADD: I tested positive for covid Saturday after feeling progressively worse on Friday and ending up with a 101.6 fever Friday night. I'm leaving the next part of the post mostly as is - except for the '**', but 'doable '- well, lets' just say that getting it all done was gonna be a struggle with me in full-power mode. Now? Eek.
College kids will agree to do a few things, expect high praise, and then feel exhausted or irritated when I ask for more. Most of their time will be spent sleeping till noon and racing off to hang with friends. Mini is babysitting for me, but most of my families cancelled. I don't blame them, but I'm out some serious income this week. Ouch. **
|These 5 little guys hung out in the kitchen|
because one of them is not quite done
potty training and hard wood is more
forgiving than the family
room carpet. While they played,
I made my Rocky Road bars.
DOABLE, IT'S ALL DOABLE. At least this is what I'm telling myself. Long story would explain how I managed to agree to both parties, but that's more boring than tree trunk fixes and family drama, so let's move on.
Reg and Curly have colds. I assume that's the path I'm heading down with the sinus pressure that's interfering with my sleep. **I now wonder if Curly and Reg had covid during the week and their symptoms were disguised as cold symptoms.**
Since it would be too loud for me to bake or tackle any household cleaning chores at this hour, I thought I'd visit here with you a bit in this, my last post before Christmas. I might take the week off after Christmas too, because my break from babies is VERY short this year. I get tots back Jan. 2nd. Please check back in case I decide to post updates. One never knows when family drama might dictate that I post something to my support crew.
**Exhibit A: I texted Ann today, Sunday, inquiring about gift ideas for her daughter, B, Coach's goddaughter. She texted back asking if she and B are invited to my house for Christmas. (B has severed ties with her dad so she won't be joining her other 3 sibs to spend Christmas with him)
Invited? What now?
Weeks ago, Ann texted the sisters/SILs and asked if anyone would come to her place for Christmas, if she decided to host. I responded, saying that I'd already offered to host our side of the family, and that our folks had agreed. This marks the first year that our folks aren't hosting and my home can accommodate the large group, thanks to seating for 18 in the kitchen and another 10 in the dining room. We can add in a folding table somewhere.
My SIL chimed in on that group text saying GREAT, LET ME KNOW WHAT I CAN BRING. So, the message was clear, right? Why would Ann need a separate invite?
On Sunday, I responded that I was hosting our side, so yes.
I suppose the fact that she doesn't speak to me leaves her to wonder whether or not I would tolerate her presence. I've done nothing to deserve the silent treatment, and I've also never excluded anyone.**
CHRISTMAS FAILS: I suppose this isn't a fail so much as it is a demonstration of thinking outside the box. I mentioned that we scraped the bottom of the barrel when we bought our tree, for mucho dinero. Driving to another place would've added time to our tree-procuring mission. We called uncle, and I may or may not have called out other things under my breath, frustrated that I'd tried to get us there a million times and this was the best/earliest we could do.
Anyway, Sunday night Coach set up our tree
that makes Charlie Brown's tree look full and lovely. A bit later, I was confused about why Mini's yellow graduation yard sign was in the kitchen. The sign was in bad shape, not bent - but with missing chunks. I was like OH, NO. WHAT HAPPENED HERE?
|When they were at mass, |
I put lights on the tree.
Proof that just because something is 'saved' in our garage, it doesn't mean that we are collectors of memorable things. I doubt that Mini will care, even though Coach was careful not to hack into the sign's words. That struck me as funny, because it makes me wonder: did he really think she was going to want to save the sign with jagged pieces missing - why take care to avoid destroying her name? Her grad sign is dispensable, and Coach was just being resourceful. It's fine, entertaining even.
**I'm gonna share the pic I took when I came out of my
cave room Sat. night while the rest of the family was at mass. What on earth? **
And with that, my sinus meds are making me drowsy, per my request. I will sign off and hope to sleep a few more house before my alarm **I did sleep a bit more, but felt like I was in a fog all day.**
I wish all of you the most relaxing and enjoyable Christmas, or whatever it is you might celebrate, with plenty of family time - but not too much.
Also, today, Dec. 19th is Curly's 15th birthday. Last year, we cancelled her b-day with friends because Mini tested positive. She has a game tonight. I can't go but I've commissioned Mini to make brownies and bring them to the team after the game. I cleaned out my study last week - oh, the things I found. It was a long overdue undertaking. I came across this photo and this birth announcement, which offers a glimpse of the tail end of the first Christmas poem that I wrote.
What is your favorite entrée to serve for Christmas? Do you still gift god-children gifts at Christmas, or do you stop at a certain age? Can you think of a post I've promised to write or a topic you'd like me to cover or re-visit? Has anyone taken Paxlovid that is supposed to help with covid? If so, how did you cope with the awful metallic taste?