Hello! We are officially on the other side of Christmas. One of my Pals at Dutch Bros. said today, "As soon as Christmas ends, I'm like, is it spring yet?" I don't feel that way myself. I love winter. I have always prefered being cold to being hot -- unless I'm on the warm sands of Hawaii. Typically, we spend Boxing Day sitting around playing with our new Christmas toys and not venturing too far from our beds.
This year has been different all around. Moms is going in for hip replacement surgery tomorrow at 6 a.m. so we spent the day taking down her Christmas decorations, or as the Offspring call it, "Killing Christmas." I should confess that for the past two years, I've taken our tree down the DAY after Christmas. I've said that I LOVE all the Christmas decorations until December 26th, when they just look like clutter. Our tree is still up - tearing down Moms' Christmas decorations seems to have staved off my Christmas-killing spirit for now.
She needs to return home to a clutter free zone, so we all dashed over to her place and worked steadily all morning to tuck all of her beautiful decorations away. The Offspring did really well for the first hour and 1/2, but after that they got a little snippy. We are working on that. We returned home to discover that whilst we tackled the Parentals place, the Husband (who is only responsible for bringing down and putting up boxes at my mothers) had spent his morning cleaning the dreaded second bathroom.
Here's the 411 on THAT situation. We have TWO bathrooms - one for us and one for the kids. The kids bathroom, however, never gets used. Those little freeloaders keep hanging around our bathroom, but now that the Girl is spending FOREVER fixing her hair, and putting on her makeup - we are officially kicking them out. So the Husband, took on the whole bathroom, which now SPARKLES like diamonds! It was my BEST Christmas gift! We have gained back our bathroom and plan to keep a tight watch over their cleaning skills.
In retrospect, perhaps all of this is more than you wanted to know. Too bad. Beside, I didn't force you to read this. If you are praying type of people, think of my Momsy tomorrow. We cannot wait until she gets her bionic hip so that she can start outpacing me once again. When she was little, the Girl always called her "Nanny Go-Go", a name which has always suited her. Sending out love, and dreams of sparkling clean bathrooms into the universe!
Keep moving forward,