No snow flurries accompanied the holiday bustle this year, but that didn’t stop the flurry of activity. Whenever my sons come home for the holidays, things get a little more boisterous around the house.
What’s not to love about being awoken from a deep sleep by your son yelling – at his computer game? Okay, maybe he was yelling at the people he was playing the game with. Isn’t that just semantics? When it’s after midnight and you have to get up at 5am the next day for work, rude awakenings such as this are just – rude!
It’s so refreshing to be quietly enjoying a book on the couch and have your adult son demand, “What’s for lunch?” I don’t know? What are you making me? He’s always so surprised and almost has a hurt tone of voice when he realizes, “We’re on our own for lunch?” Oh, yes, you are on your own.
I didn’t paint a single Christmas cookie this year. The mess they made and the haranguing they gave each other while doing it was quite entertaining. We managed to keep our most important Christmas morning traditions. We didn’t even have to turn on lights in order to read the Christmas story from Luke chapter two. Oh, the glories of an iPad!We’ve had a few fun moments playing Just Dance 4. “You’d have to do this for hours to burn any calories” (my youngest) has morphed into “I had to take a break after 28 minutes” (my oldest). Something about sitting in front of a computer tends to keep the cardiovascular system from operating at optimal capacity.
On the 29th, Tanner’s girlfriend came to stay with us for a week. We went to a Portland Trailblazers’ game at the Rose Garden that night after picking her up from the bus station.
There were shopping trips to spend gift cards and eating meals out. Returned gifts have been extinct in our household since the invention of gift cards. Of course, judging by the lines at the Customer Service counters, this isn’t true in the lives of everyone.
Holidays meant I didn’t write. I apologize for missing a week of posts on my blog. I had good intentions, but when my sons wanted to play a game or we had to head out for another social obligation, the intentions went to the resolution graveyard. Welcome to January! I’m pretty sure plenty of other new graves will be dug there within the next few weeks.
As much as my “bah humbug” rampaged in the weeks leading up to the holidays, I must admit that they weren’t as stressful as I feared. Isn’t that the way of things? We worry, fret and stress only to be disappointed surprised when things aren’t as bad as we expected.
Happy New Year! What are your goals for this new year?