Here's how:
Christmas e-Cards I meant to send: 6
I was going to send them Friday afternoon, knowing full well that everybody with any vacation time left would be taking off early and leaving me with plenty of downtime until 5:00. But then at 2:00 a company-wide e-mail announced that they were closing the office RIGHT NOW and asked us to please leave, k'thx. Merry Christmas! Get out! I barely had time to throw an irreverent Christmas video on the blog in between frantically texting Matt to please hurry up and come get me.
Christmas e-cards actually sent: 0
Christmas phone calls I meant to make: 5
Matt's Scrooge company made him work on Christmas day. That sucked in a lot of ways, but I consoled myself with plans to use the time between the family who showed up for Christmas dinner calling it a day and Matt coming home to catch up with people I haven't talked to in forever (fennie and sunny, you guys were top of the list). But then one nephew Ash, age three-and-a-half, decided that he wanted me, and ONLY me, to play with him and his new Thomas the Tank Engine Duplo set. And play "boingy" (a "game" where I lie on my back and bounce him in the air on my ankles until my legs just can't take it anymore). And play "horsey" (self-explanatory, I hope). And play a half-dozen other exhausting games that I felt I couldn't say no to, since I hardly ever see the kid since I went back to work full-time. By the time he and the rest of the company said goodbye, I had to go lie down "for a few minutes," which turned out to be about three hours.
Christmas phone calls I actually made: 0
Hand-knitted Christmas gifts I meant to give: 3
Early November I started a sweater for my husband, a scarf for my S-I-L, and planned to make her an accompanying pair of mittens. At least I finished the scarf.
Hand-knitted Christmas gifts finished and given: 1
Christmas Dinner side dishes I meant to contribute: 1
Mom asked me to make the roasted cauliflower recipe I got from Keckler, and I agreed. Then by the time Matt and I exchanged our gifts, I saw him off to work and got dressed and ready for my day, I headed down to Mom's kitchen only to see that she had already prepped the cauliflower and stuck it in the oven.
Christmas Dinner contributions I made: 0, unless you count introducing the recipe in the first place. And the "recipe" is so simple that I don't really feel too guilty for not handling it fast enough for Mom's liking.
Unhealthy Christmas treats consumed: 50 bazillion jillion.
And now I'm off to the gym.
4 comments:
You don't suck, jeanie. If anyone sucks, it's me. :)
Merry Christmas. *hugs*
You're so far from sucking that you're the opposite of sucking. You bl-- wait, that's not good either.
You're fabulous, is what I'm trying to say. Love you!
Christmas was busy! If you spent time with family, you get a pass on everything else.
So, you rock!
Thaks, bojo. It was cool to have all of my nephews gathered in one place, which happens maybe once a year if we're lucky, so I'm glad I took advantage of it.
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