Here’s the low down on the first forty-eight hours. I must say that I am ever so grateful for penicillin. We had to make an unexpected trip to the doctor’s because Marie kept on hearing swishing in her ears, but that should clear up in a seven to ten days. Until then, we will be repeating ourselves at high decibels.
Then, today, after I thought I had been through enough in three days, Thomas defiantly declared that he would no longer be participating in nap time. I knew this day was coming, so I was all set and ready to sell him on Break Time: he spends time quietly playing in his room while I get some house and blog stuff done. I thought it sounded great.
He viewed it as solitary confinement with no hope of parole.
It was a mess.
So suffice to say, this year got off to a difficult start.
I was prepared to feel all bluesy with a touch of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) because historically I would experience Holiday Let Down: depression due to the end of the holiday season. I would feel depressed that the holiday is over (and back when I was teaching, I would have to go back to work). I would be disappointed because the holiday didn’t live up to my expectations. I would be emotionally drained from family drama.
This year, I feel oddly calm, maybe even looking forward to the dreaded Michigan months of January and February. I’m not sure why. Maybe I have healthier boundaries therefore better able to enjoy family events without being overwhelmed. Perhaps it’s because The Babes are older, and the packing logistics are as easy as throwing a few diapers and wipes in my purse. Maybe it’s because of my new outlook on life that I briefly touched on in my Review of 2011. It could also be that, thanks to The Babes, I have a deeper understanding of enjoying the moment.
Usually the weather plays a point in all of a bad mood. But this year, I am not going to get sucked into the bad weather talk. I live in Michigan. The weather is rarely ideal. This year, I bought a good hat and even snow pants. I am not going to get trapped inside.
Unless I want to be snowed in. In which I will bake. Too much baking and eating? Let’s play Wii.
Please don’t confuse this as everything is rosy and perfect. It’s not (just ask Thomas who had the bigger meltdown today during our attempted nap time). This new appreciation for the moment is a practiced frame of mind. Emphasis on “practice.”
My bottom line is I loved Christmas this year, and despite how the horrible start to 2012, I am looking forward to it. And in the great words of Dr. Suess, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
My question to you is