And yes he is. My husband was telling his daughters how before he met me, his existence was barely worth living, dating teenage girls at the mall, having free time out the wazoo, sleeping in when he wanted. Poor him. But when he told them he was dating teenage girls at the mall, I had to remind him that he was 20 years old when we met, so it’s not like his 40 something year old self was attracting the cream of the 16 year old crop! In his disbelief that I would allude to the fact that he might not be attractive to a group of teenyboppers, he asked if he was still cute. I’ll let you be the overall judge, but I certainly think he is. You could just melt looking at those dimples….
And I’m having a bitch of a time trying to pry my husband’s arse off the chair to go do some after Christmas shopping and exchanging. I’ve been up since just after 5 AM, thanks to the mystery munchkin, who sneakily crawled into bed with us in the middle of the night. She may be small, but she takes up an awful lot of room.
Anyway, if I get nothing else, I wanted to stock up on holiday paper goods for the party I insist I am not having next year. And I love to pick up wrapping paper at 70% off! I had to pick up a few rolls this year, and hate paying $3 a roll for paper that is going to be ripped and shredded all over the house.
We had a very nice time at my mom’s on Christmas eve. The girls got some wonderful gifts, and I got a cute leather jacket. We had my mom’s traditional ham and potato salad, but there was also roast turkey and all kinds of snacks, cookies, and chocolates. I know why I needed gastric bypass surgery! We came home to find, as usual, Mrs. Claus has been here while we were away! She always leaves us one gift to open up on Christmas Eve, and it is always Christmas pajamas for everyone!
The kids actually slept pretty good on Christmas morning. Eilis and Jim were up first, but it wasn’t long before they were looking for Granuaile and I.
Brighid was the last one to come down the stairs, and she immediately begins regretting asking Mrs. Claus for those cute little boxer short Christmas PJs and wishes she had warm toasty PJs like the rest of us!
The kids all had a great time opening gifts – and it took a good two hours for them to get through the pile!
They’ve been playing Rock Band pretty much non-stop since yesterday afternoon. I have been praying for an agent to come here and take them on tour. No, seriously, get these people out of my house!
We opted not to cook a big meal on Christmas day and have snack foods instead. It sounded like a good plan to begin with, but it ended up being cook-a-palooza for me! I made a big breakfast, which I usually do on Christmas day (scrapple, grits, eggs, cinnamon buns); and then made dips, appetizers, cheese platters, grape pizza, and zucchini squares. It was way more time in the kitchen than it would have been if I had thrown a ham in the oven and kept it there. But everyone enjoyed the food!
Brighid was the first to fall asleep – on the sofa around 7 PM. I went up to bed around 8:45, watched a little TV, then fell asleep. Jim came up after Eilis fell asleep on the chair downstairs, and Granuaile followed.
Alrighty then. This is going to be MUCH different from years past, because I was so completely unorganized this year – I know, no difference there – and the party really didn’t come off very smoothly. Let’s discuss, shall we?
This is my stepmother, Ann. She will forever be known as my absolute savior and true hero. I protested this whole party from the beginning. Not only did we book a cruise at the last minute and spend a week between Florida and the Caribbean, I also spent those 5 days in Florida for my moms panel training. There was barely time to do the Christmas shopping, let alone the decorating, cooking, and cleaning it was going to take to get the house ready for company.