This morning, my husband got up with Tink at 7 and let me sleep in.
He took her downstairs, made her pumpkin pancakes and set up the ridiculous skate park toy “Santa” bought for her that he and I semi-argued about in the days before Christmas. (Along the lines of, “What possessed you to buy that? I thought you agreed to our spending limits. I understand you wanted to get her something special just from you, but this? It’s … stupid. Actually, it would have been the perfect thing to buy back in June; wish you would have thought of it then,” etc.)
(And now that I’ve looked it up so I could link to it, I see he lied to me about the price. He is such a marshmallow where she’s concerned. And she loves the damn thing, of course.)
After I got up, we went to Starbucks, drove by my favorite lot in a neighborhood we’ll never afford and then went the park where we walked as Tink rode her bike.
The two of them then took a nap while I made a brownie pudding to take to a New Year’s Day dinner later.
It was a perfect day. And the next time we’ll be able to do it is Jan. 1, 2011.
Technically, we could do it Nov. 25, 2010 — the next day the restaurant will be closed. Or Dec. 25, 2010, but Thanksgiving and Christmas are full of cooking, brining, roasting and other obligations that they’re hardly restful days for my husband.
He was managing to take one or two days a month off, but he hasn’t had one since early October. And those have been Tuesdays, anyway. We can’t have a leisurely family day on a Tuesday.
I don’t know why I’m writing about it. Maybe it’s bad juju to start the year off with a post like this. There’s probably little to be gained from focusing on the negative. I shouldn’t expose my family to smug reminders that we “chose” this.
So! Positivity is is. Broooownie puuudding.
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Kerry 01.01.10 at 6:56 pm
I think you and I are in the same funk (for different reasons, but funky nonetheless).
Which means I’m no help at all…so never mind.
But your kid is so freakin’ cute I can hardly stand it. So that’s something.
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eliz 01.01.10 at 11:06 pm
@Kerry — Shit. You’d think I’d have some good anti-funk advice by this point, but I got nothing. I am feeling awfully good about the baked potato I just put in the oven — can put one in for you, too?
Kerry 01.02.10 at 4:02 pm
Screw baked potato. I just found cookie dough in the freezer. I admire your ability to be cheered up by a vegetable though.
My theory is that the holidays make every funk 91% worse. Since it’s the 2nd of January…yay! No more holidays!
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