Last Friday I had a revelation.
Let me back up.... last Friday was super busy. Atticus had a playdate with a friend at a children's museum. A really wonderful children's museum that is a hot bed of potential injuries (non-secured stools in the diner play area, a giant metal-probably-painted-with-lead-paint 1930's fire truck for kids to climb on, etc...). I did a whole lot of waddling around and toting a 33 lb.toddler. But it was truly was a blast.
Atticus refused to nap that day and was irritable as a result and my lovely husband offered to hang out with Grumpy Pants so I could have a break. I went to the coffee shop and feverishly knitted. I had Christmas gifts to make! And then the embroidered Christmas stockings to finish! And more baking when I got home! And I wanted to handcraft thank you notes! And then all the non-Christmas things I wanted to do like read Thomas Hardy or blog!!! ARGHHHHH!!!!
I stood up from my cozy coffee shop chair and felt my hip pop. I could barely walk. My left leg felt weak and the pain in my hip was unbearable. I hobbled home and whined a bunch. I was convinced the holiday was now ruined and I was worried about being home alone with Atticus the next day while Sam worked. And that was when I had my revelation.... "fuck my to-do list."
Seriously.... Sam can get his scarf in January for our anniversary.... I've already baked a least a dozen things... neither kid gives two hoots whether their stocking is handmade or the cheapy one from Walgreens. No one in blog land gives a damn if I have Instagrammed holiday cozy photos posted every day. My hip hurt, I wanted some hot cocoa, a blanket, and to watch White Christmas. At one point I heaved myself up to go to the bathroom, Persephone rolled over, my hip popped, and I felt almost instantly better. I take that as a sign that I had the right idea.
I took the weekend in stride and just played with the kids and bummed around. On Monday we knocked out the housework, I baked cookies and made some candy, and then my in-laws brought over Christmas Eve dinner (yay! no dishes or cooking!). After the kids were in bed, Sam and I watched Mickey's Christmas Carol and readied the gifts and stockings.
Christmas day was wonderful. I didn't wear makeup. I didn't clean the house again before my parents stopped by. I wasn't a Nazi over paper bits. And I finally gave up on keeping the toys orderly. It was a wonderful relaxing day that culminated in a wonderfully luxurious 3-hour long nap that afternoon. I need to do this control loosening thing more often.
Now some photo documentation of said wonderful holiday: