Well, that’s a wrap! School is out until 2012. Of course it ended with a bang.
Daughter had a fever at school, came home, puked on the porch, and kept nursing a low-grade fever. And Eldest came home and struck up his own slight fever. This morning neither had fever, Daughter was bouncing all over the walls ready to go, and Eldest was lethargic and didn’t want to do anything.
So he stayed with my Abuela and the other two went to their Christmas show and party. Good times. They looked insanely cute.
Then I came to work and I’m so sleepy and so tired. I just want to go home and sleep. Story of my life don’t you know?
I had really wanted to spend some time this month thinking about next year. I wanted to come up with some sort of plan and sub-plans, a lot like what Jacq recently talked about actually. But thinking is apparently not a priority. I’m reading a lot and I started crocheting because we need some winter stuff for the Virginia trip and why buy a ton of stuff if I have a bunch of yarn on-hand anyways?
So my nights remain filled with brainless work and the world keeps whirling by and the days keep evaporating. Nine bloody days until Christmas. Ten until I pack in the car with my three children and my two parents. Fifteen more days of 2011ness to get through.
Well it starts over at the same time it starts anew. Same shit, different year?
God I hope not.
I am not a fan of more of the same, please. I’m not the person who ever orders The Usual. But really how much change is too much change? Some stability, some sameness is saneness too. I think.
The money stuff? You know, whatever. It is what it is. I’m not going batshit crazy tracking everything and it hasn’t even blown up in my face. Amazing. I update when I can with what I can and to hell with anything and everything else. My bank account isn’t even totally terrifying. It’s not freaking exciting either but it’s not some depressing thing I have to contend with.
I still collect the coupons and I check the lists before venturing out. But again, I’m not going to hold off buying something I need or even really really want because it’s not on sale or because there’s no coupon. I still try to get at least one but I’m not killing myself either when it doesn’t work out that way.
It is what it is.
Like a lot of other stuff too.
I’m reading Rabbit, Run. Believe it or not I haven’t abandoned the dream of 60 books this year even though I’m missing like 7. You never know. The only thing that’s tripping me up is I’m reading a bunch of books about a bunch of dickheads (pardon my French). And next up is Lolita because it’s one of the shortest ones I have. I’m tempted to give myself some breathing room with a couple of the Rick Riordan books my son has gotten recently that I haven’t read yet but why?
Do it like a band-aid baby.
It is what it is. I’m saying that a lot lately. Still unsure if it’s good or bad.
I think I may have mentioned that the angel that sits on my tree has been in my family since, well 1983 if the year inside her dress is an indicator. She’s really pretty but this year, her lights died. And when we went to change the bulbs, the housing components literally crumbled into dust. So I bought new LED lights (99 cents at CVS). Now I have a vintage angel with a modern touch. It makes me happy I was able to do that for her. For us too. She’s a pretty little thing.
Anyhow, how are you holding up? Are you high on Christmas? Are you having yourself a Grinchmas? Or are you just coasting through, letting it all flow however it may?