rule breaker.

I want to accept every award because I’m so touched that you’re reading and enjoying my blog enough to recognize me with these honors. Now, if only they all came with a giant monetary prize! That would be fabulous!

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Thank you mescalime / Psychochromatic Inception and Michelle / Two Are Better Than One! I appreciate your nominations and recognition! I love that you’re enjoying what I’m writing. It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside.

Alas, here I am again, breaking the rules. I feel like I nominate the same blogs all the time. What can I say? I have my favorites. But since I feel like I keep nominating the same ones, I’m betting others feel the same. The circles are making me a little dizzy.

But I never want to decline answering your questions, so here goes…

11 questions from Psychochromatic Inception:

1. Would you rather be the last person on the planet or the first one? Why?
Definitely the first — because I’d have to have a hand in populating the planet… everyone would be a descendant of me. How scary is that??

2. Name 3 things that make you happy.
(1) when my kids laugh, like, hysterical laughter, (2) a very satisfying book or movie ending, (3) when all the words just come to me and I can write and write for hours nonstop…

3. Name a book that change your perception about life?
I’m not sure about this one… I usually read for happy-fun-lighthearted enjoyment, so not usually anything too deep. I guess maybe reading books that suck has made me think I may actually be a good writer — if they are published and I’m not and their work sucks, there may be hope for me! Hahaha! 

4. Your thoughts on poverty.
Um… it sucks? It makes me sad? 

5. First song that comes to your mind right now.
Cherry Wine by Hozier

6. If you were to write a book, what would it be about?
Love, romance, finding that perfect connection. [Please don’t throw anything at me. I’m a sap. I admit it.]

7. Describe a perfect day.
Wake up at a decent hour, yet still feel completely rested and refreshed… find that coffee has already been brewed for me… sit outside in the warm sunshine and read or write… and then my love comes to me and we do naughty things… and maybe have a nice dinner… followed by more naughty things. Hm… I feel guilty I didn’t mention my children. I love them! I swear I do… but I need some rest, relaxation and love.

8. Given the opportunity to travel in space and time, where would you go and when?
I would go back to about 12-14 years of age and make better decisions, make several key changes. And I’d like to stay there so I can have a full do-over.

9. Sunset or sunrise? Why?
Sunset. I’m not usually a morning person. 

10. Wealth or immortality? Why?
Honestly, wealth. Money is a huge source of stress and I would love to know what it feels like to not have that any longer. Also, I wouldn’t want to live forever and see every single person I love die. I think it would get incredibly lonely.

11. You’ve been given the chance to have a short conversation with a person (dead, alive or not born yet). Who is your lucky pick and what is the first question you ask?
Hm… Chris Hemsworth: “Wanna get naked?” [Please tell me I get the power to determine his answer, too?!]

 

11 questions from Two Are Better Than One:

1. What are your blogging goals for 2016?
I hope to grow my readership and meet more people. And I hope my current followers continue to read and enjoy my blog. And other as-yet-to-be-determined goals...

2. What do you want readers to takeaway from your website or blog?
I want to make people laugh or cry (in a good way!) or commiserate. I want readers to be entertained but also want to make them think…

3. When you think of your fondest memory, where were you, and what were you doing?
First one that comes to mind is me in my parents’ family room sitting on grandpa’s lap watching cartoons and eating a chocolate frosted donut he brought me. [This grandpa died when I was 9.]

4. Where do you get inspiration for your blog?
From my own life, current and past experiences… and from my imagination where all the fiction lives [kind of crowded in there].

5. Why do you like to write?
I have a lot of stories in my head. They play like movies for me… beautiful pictures… and I want to paint those pictures for everyone else. And sometimes, with the more personal or auto-biographical stuff, I just need to get it out of my head. I often use humor to deal with things, so sometimes that comes across… and that’s good.

 6. If you could only use one word to describe your future, what would it be?
How I want my future to be? Or how I think it will be? For the former, content. For the latter, bleak.

7. How do you make the time to write with all of life’s interruptions?
I ignore them! Hahaha. Kidding. Sort of. I am unemployed right now and I need a job badly, but my motivation to find something is severely lacking… I just want to write. I also have children, but they are pretty independent for their ages. And I make lots of time for them anyway. Also, I write a lot at night… often late… 11pm – 3am-ish. [Jimmy Fallon and Seth Meyers often accompany my writing…]

8. Have you ever written a post, but decided to delete it or not post it?
Yes. It was very personal and a bit depressing, and although I’m not shy about sharing my emotional struggles, I don’t want the world to think that’s all I’m about. In fact, lately I’m a bit paranoid about posting my lower, darker feelings at all for that same reason — I don’t want to be known for that… even though it is part of me. I want it to remain part of me, not become all of me.

9. Can you share one of your favorite quotes?
“And if the people stare, then the people stare.
I really don’t know, and I really don’t care.” ~Morrissey

10. Do you have any advice for someone who is considering to start a website or blog?
There’s far more give and take than you ever thought. Remember that!

11. How do you connect with other bloggers in your niche?
I don’t know that I have a niche… at least not an easily identifiable one! I try to find other blogs that I relate to and I read them and try to get to know the bloggers. I suck at making friends, but I try!

 

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built a house today.

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Today’s entertainment including minor home construction. And by minor, I mean small… not insignificant. Because my kids loved this.

I’m not a fan of gingerbread, but it was fun and not at all tempting for me. Because it was gingerbread and sugar… not cheesecake and chocolate.

Once the walls stayed together, I added the roof. And then the side walls started to cave in so I ripped off the roof. It was touch and go for a while. I think my daughter feared it was the end. But I made a cardboard support piece to stick inside the house to keep the walls properly standing. Second attempt at assembly was a stunning success.

The kids popped sugary candies into their mouths while even saving some to decorate the house. By the time we were finished, I had little bits of hardened white icing all over my black shirt. And all over the table. And the floor. So disappointed I had to vacuum!

What do you think? How’d we do?

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xo♥

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second best present.

I didn’t have many [any] suggestions when my family asked me what I wanted for Christmas so I had no idea what to expect when I unwrapped gifts from them on Christmas morning. But I was pleasantly surprised.

I got a spiral vegetable cutter. I kind of wanted one of those. Interested to see if it works well… I have dreams of a swirly cucumber salad. I also got a giant replica take-out coffee cup to use as a kitchen tool holder or a flower pot. Or, I suppose, to use as an actual coffee cup, but I’m pretty sure my coffee would be damn cold by the time I reached the end of that giant cup.

My favorite gift was from John… but that’s a topic for another post. Maybe.

But the second best present came from Mom. I suppose I could have been offended that Mom thinks I’m moody, but I can’t justify that – I am moody. And this gift was great.

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There are many moods from which to choose. Pretty sure I’m never going to use ‘bouncy‘ or ‘chipper‘ but plenty of others will do.

And maybe it’ll make me laugh the next time I’m flipping over to ‘neglected‘ or ‘listless‘.

*I am in no way affiliated with Fred & Friends. I just love their stuff. 

 

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delicious traditions.

My family has traditions. Old ones, new ones… and nearly all of them attached to a special day – a holiday, a birthday, or another such special occasion that occurs once each year.

And like lots of family traditions, many of ours involve food. Foods we love [or perhaps do not love] that remind us of our history, our childhood, our departed relatives. The way Grams would put three kinds of cheese in her mashed potatoes, making them the most amazing mostly-potatoes I’ve ever tasted. The way Dad sprinkled freshly grated parmesan from his favorite Italian market into his soup. They are both gone but their memory lives on in our traditions. [Not all our traditions involve cheese… though now I’m wondering about the psychological significance of the first two I thought of both being ‘cheesy’.]

Holiday gatherings are a time to celebrate and enjoy those once-a-year treats we don’t eat any other day of the year. The cheesy potatoes. The extra parmesan. Mom’s rum cake. All without guilt. We cook, we bake, we eat, we enjoy. And why shouldn’t we?

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In my family, pretty much every body type is represented. And I know whose genes are dominant in me. I cook healthy meals. I try to be active. I teach my children what’s healthy for every day eating and what’s a treat for once-in-a-while. I do not teach them deprivation and forbidden foods. I don’t believe in either of those things. If I have a mad craving, I satisfy it within reason —a tiny bag of chips and no more in the house calling to me from the kitchen. It beats letting the craving grow and grow into what will only be satisfied with an entire family-size bag.

It is possible to eat everything you love and remain healthy. In fact, many would argue [and I would agree] that not eating the things you love is potentially far more detrimental. Wanting and craving and dreaming of a chocolate chip cookie is going to turn into a giant binge… and it will become a regretful devouring of an entire batch of cookies because you couldn’t just let yourself have one or two the day you craved them.

Lighten up. It’s not rat poison. It’s a fucking cookie.

A guilt-free splurge on Christmas – one day – is not the end of days.

Go ahead and try that pie your cousin made. It looks delicious and she made it for everyone. She wants you to have some.

And while you eat it, please know that no one wants to listen to you blather on about how you are being so bad for eating anything other than vegetables… for cheating on your diet. Oh, but you’re not on a diet, you say. You eat healthy all the time and never have any bad foods. Ever.

It’s fucking Christmas. Calm the fuck down.

Does dinner conversation really have to revolve around what’s healthy and what’s not? It’s a fucking holiday meal – one of the only days of the year we eat this way. We know it’s not a fantastically healthy meal. That’s why we don’t eat like this every damn day.

Trust me – we do not need to hear how you can only allow yourself one spoonful of mashed potatoes because they’re so bad for you and you’re horribly cheating today by daring to put 7 drops of gravy on that pork roast, and fucking heaven forbid, eating some of Mom’s eggplant parmesan. We’re eating these things today, too. Your asinine self-centered comments suggest we are doing something wrong. And we are not. We know – you think carbs are the devil and no one should eat them ever… except when you eat them.

And dessert… holy fuck, don’t even.

Please cut that 1-inch square fudgy thing into 4 tiny squares… because I can only have a bite.’ My God. Shut your fucking hole before I cram the whole plate of fudge down your throat.

And, oh fuck yes, please demand a sliver of pie so ridiculously thin that it’s impossible to cut and serve. But hey, you can see through it. So there’s that. And didn’t you already say that today you were cheating horribly by daring to eat anything other than vegetables? Yes, you said that. About 65 fucking times. 

For the love of God, please SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I said please.

What exactly are you cheating on? Because there is no fucking healthy eating plan that includes solely vegetables. We all know veggies are good for us. As part of a healthy diet. Not your entire diet.

And besides, it’s a goddamn holiday. It comes once a year. Having a treat occasionally is a normal part of a healthy diet. Forbidding and depriving is not a healthy lifestyle change. It’s ridiculous and extreme. If you want to teach yourself how to eat, you’re going to need all of the food groups, genius. You’re going to need a plan you can live with for the rest of your life, not for the next few days or weeks or months. Maintain a healthy balance. That is how one eats right. [Moderation. Duh. Jesus, everyone knows that.] Eating other foods besides vegetables is NOT BAD FOR YOU. And it’s not cheating.

But fuck all of that. I don’t give a shit how you live your life.

However… do not impose your goddamn insane restrictions on others.

Stop looking at other people’s plates like they’re doing something horribly wrong by enjoying a holiday meal. Stop talking. Stop making others feel guilty for enjoying some special holiday treats. And stop assuming that if someone has a big fat plate of food on Christmas, (s)he must eat that way all the time so s(he) is super unhealthy and you are so much better than her/him.

Because you’re not better. You’re an imposing bitch who thinks her every decision is the right one so the rest of us must be morons.

Stop telling us that tiny bite of chocolate is a huge cheat for you and you’ll have to be extra strict tomorrow to make up for it. Stop trying to convince everyone that you don’t eat like the holidays every other day of your life. We already know. We don’t eat like it’s a holiday every day either. No one does. You’re not special or superior. Stop implying that on every day except today, you are fucking perfect.

Fuck you. You could have a bite of chocolate EVERY GODDAMN DAY and you wouldn’t be unhealthy. Christ, get some deep dark chocolate and it’s actually GOOD for you.

So shut your piehole. Right after you shove in that pie.

 

P.S. – By the way, on an unrelated/related note, I almost forgot to mention… Aunt Dumbass is no longer a vegetarian.

 

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six word story: resolution.

This week’s prompt for the Six Word Story challenge at Sometimes Stellar Storyteller is…

Resolution

My story is posted in the comments of the weekly Six Word Story Challenge post — if you like my story, please visit here and like it in the comments. The winner is the story with the most likes on her/his comment/story. And while you’re there, enter your own!

My story…

No resolution. No failure. No guilt.

xo ♥

 

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fiction friday 5: roses are blue.

fiction friday.


fiction friday 5.
Fifth installment of…
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  [Previous: Blue 1 – Blue 2Blue 3 – Blue 4]

Picking up where we left off…

“Do you want to talk yet?” Des asked.

“Talk about what?” Kate questioned him as if she didn’t know.

“About you.”

“Des, I’m really okay. Yeah, it sucks. Michael and I were together for a long time. It wasn’t perfect, but I thought there was a chance… that he was the one. But obviously he’s not.”

“Katie.” He stared at her with his serious face. “You shouldn’t be willing to spend the rest of your life with someone who’s just a maybe. You deserve so much better than that.”

She smiled to him. “You’re sweet. But I really have no idea what I deserve.”

“I do. You deserve better. And you’ll have it. I know you will.” He reached over and slid a hand into her hair. He planted a kiss on her forehead. When he let her go and leaned back, she caught his eyes. I swear, his damn eyes… he makes me almost believe him. But he can’t know the future. Right? Jerk.

When Kate realized their stare had lingered for an oddly long time, she felt compelled to break it. But at the same time, she struggled to look away… until she heard the ringing of Des’ phone.

Des glanced at the screen before answering. “Tom,” he said softly. Tom the bass player. Possibly Des’ second best friend in the world. Kate held a pillow in her lap and listened to Des’ half of the conversation.

“Hey, Tom… yeah, it was good… where? …okay.” He lifted his arm and looked down at his watch. “Yeah, I’m still here… sure… give me some time… no, Katie’s here.” Kate caught him smile when he spoke her name. It brought a smile to her face, too. “I’ll ask her… okay, man… bye.”

Des turned to Kate with a smile. “So,” he said.

“So,” she repeated. “How’s Tom?”

“Nuts.”

“Glad to hear it,” she laughed.

“He’s with Michelle and Alex.”

Kate spent a lot of time with Tom’s girlfriend Michelle when the boys were out of town. They easily bonded over coffee and stories about the boys. And Kate knew Mish missed Tom when he was away. ‘The apartment feels empty without him,’  she would always say. Kate did her best to be there for Mish, and Mish stood in for Des when Kate needed a friend and he was on some stage somewhere.

Des rested his phone on the coffee table. “They’re having a drink… at The Living Room. Tom says the band is pretty good.” Kate knew the place well. She and Des used to frequent it before he became so successful and busy with his rock star life. “They want us to meet them there.”

“Us?” Kate asked.

“Yeah. When I told Tom you were here, he said to bring you.”

“I don’t know, Des. It’s getting late. I still have to go home and cry for a few hours over my broken heart.” She let out a tiny laugh. She was mostly joking.

“What the hell kind of friend would I be if I let you do that?”

“Um…” She wasn’t sure what to say, but he stopped her anyway.

“Shh. You should come with me. We’ll have fun. I promise.”

“Des, come on. I don’t know…”

Again, he silenced her. “Shh. We’re going.”

~
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Des and Kate snuck in the side entrance of the club. While leading the way, Des turned back to Kate and extended his arm toward her. He didn’t want to lose her in the mass of people. She took his hand. Finally, they made it to the balcony where it was far less crowded… probably because they didn’t let most patrons upstairs. Before letting Des’ hand go, Kate tugged on him.

“One of the advantages of being a rock star, huh, kid?”

He made a face at her and laughed. “Shut up, killer.” Before their banter could progress, Tom approached.

“Hey, Des,” Tom said. “Glad you made it.” He turned to Kate. “Hi Kate.”

Kate smiled to him and kissed his cheek. “Hi Tom. It’s good to see you!”

“You, too. Thanks for coming! Let me get you a drink… want anything special?”

“You know what I like,” she said with a grin.

Kate turned back to Des. His eyes were already on her. “You all right?” he asked, resting a hand on her shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said. “I guess it’s good for me to…” Her words dropped off when someone rushed to Des’ side and tossed her arms around his neck. Kate took a step back.

“Hey, sweety,” Nat said kissing Des’ cheek.

“Hi, Nat.” Des looked almost annoyed. Kate stood in silence until Nat turned to her.

“Hi Kate! Nice to see you!” Nat tried a little too hard to sound like she meant that sentiment. Which backfired. She envied the relationship between Kate and Des a bit too much. They’d been friends forever. That was a bond she found intimidating.

“It’s good to see you, too, Nat,” Kate lied. She gave her a half-hug anyway. It was strange and insincere. Kate felt even more awkward than usual around Nat after the conversation she’d had earlier with Des.

“Hey, where’s Michael tonight?” Nat asked. Well, there it was. Kate had to get used to it. This was the first time she had to hear that question, but she knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“I don’t know,” Kate said, trying not to notice the horrified look on Des’ face. “We… aren’t together anymore.”

“Oh God,” she said. “I’m sorry.” She looked mortified, but Kate didn’t think it was only the awkwardness of her bringing up Michael.

“It’s okay.” Kate gave her a mildly sincere smile. She didn’t want Nat to feel bad. She couldn’t have known Kate and Michael had split up.

They shared some small talk until Michelle came over and stood by Kate. Kate was enormously relieved.

“I’m glad you came, Kate,” Michelle said hugging her. “We’re overdue for one of our very long lunches.”

“I know,” Kate smiled to her. She was itching to give Mish an earful about Michael and his need to be alone.  But such an involved conversation would have to wait. Far too many people hovered around and Kate didn’t want to compete with the volume of the band. “Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow?” Kate asked her.

“Yes! I would love to. Things have been crazy. I miss our talks!” Before Mish could say anything more, Tom snuck up behind her and slipped his fingers into her hair, tickling the back of her neck. She nearly jumped and everyone laughed.

“Oh, sorry,” Tom said. He was always teasing Michelle. But they had such a lovely, sweet relationship, everyone knew she didn’t mind.

“Sure you’re sorry,” Mish said with a smirk. She reached to poke him, but Tom squirmed away.

“Watch it, Mish. You’re going to make me spill Kate’s drink.”

Kate reached for the glass. “Let me just take that,” she said. Removing the glass from Tom’s hand, Kate turned back to Mish. “Okay,” she said. “You can torture him now.”

As Mish reached for Tom, she smiled to Kate. “I’m calling you tomorrow for lunch!”

“I’m counting on it,” Kate smiled back.

~

Kate strolled over to the balcony’s edge and leaned on it. She watched the band, but she couldn’t quite focus on the music. Thoughts of Michael persisted. She was beginning to abandon sadness and move on to anger. She sipped her drink, trying to block out those thoughts. Her eyes wandered around over the crowd, stopping when she saw someone familiar. She tried to place her but she couldn’t. She hated that. Her attempts at jogging her memory were interrupted when Alex appeared at her side.

“How’s it going, gorgeous?” he asked, nudging her shoulder with his.

She laughed at his adorable flirting. “Not bad, honey.” Kate teased him, too.

With a deep little chuckle, he leaned against the balcony near her. “What are you looking at?” He wondered why she was staring so intently out into the crowd below.

“That girl down there… I know her from somewhere. It’s driving me…” She stopped talking and gasped. Her jaw fell open and she nearly dropped her drink.

Alex turned to her. “Kate? Something wrong?”

“That bastard.”

“Kate?”

“Michael. Is down there. That’s how I know her. Oh my God.” Kate turned around looking for an escape. The moment she spotted the open door to the back lounge, she hurried toward it. Relieved to find it empty, she snuck in to hide. She nearly collapsed onto the old beat-up sofa. Her face fell into her hands and she tried desperately not to cry.

When she felt someone sit beside her, she took her hands from her face and looked to him.

“Are you okay, Kate?” Alex asked, taking her hand.

“That girl I saw…” Kate struggled to get the words out. “I know her from Michael’s company Christmas party last year. She works with him. And he was with her. With her.” She took a deep breath. “My God, he just ended our relationship. Yesterday.” She was still in shock. “I guess he’s handling it well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Kate.” Alex let her hand go and reached for her shoulder. He gently slipped arm around her and gently rubbed her back, hoping to comfort her. She took a few long, deep breaths, hoping and praying that she wouldn’t cry. She felt Alex’s eyes on her and she looked up to meet them. Before she could think a coherent thought, she fell into his arms.

When she slowly pulled away, she tried to smile, but she failed. “Thanks, Alex.” She sighed and looked away again. She tried to collect herself. But it wasn’t going well. And Alex could see that she needed a moment.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked.

Kate nodded. “I think I just need a few minutes,” she said, trying that whole smiling thing again. “Thanks.”

“Hey. No thanks required. I’ll come back and check on you, okay?”

Kate nodded once more. He gave her a comforting smile and left her.

Kate let her head fall into her hands again. Her mind’s voice begged her not to cry. She kept taking deep breaths, hoping that would help. But it was a lost cause. She felt tears slowly dripping from her eyes. She tried to wipe them as quickly as they fell but she couldn’t keep up.

She felt a hand on her shoulder but she didn’t want to lift her head. She didn’t want anyone to see her crying. But it wasn’t anyone. She knew exactly who it was. She could sense him near her.

~~~

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i win christmas.

As I begin writing this, it is 8 pm on the 23rd of December. And I am done. I have been done since 4:30 this afternoon. I am just sitting on the sofa watching The Grinch, stunned I have time to sit at all.

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Shopping… check 

Shopping for shit I forgot I had to buy the first time… check

Wrapping… check

Baking… check

As much packing as can happen today… check

How can I be done? Convinced this could not be, I looked at John and said, ‘Did I forget to do something? Because I’m never done this early. I forgot something, didn’t I? Maybe I should make those other cookies, too…

To which he replied, ‘No, you do not need to make the other cookies. You’re done. Relax. You win Christmas.

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Tomorrow we drive down to Mom’s for Christmas Eve.

We’ll have our yearly gift swap with some of the extend family. [Why yes, Aunt Dumbass should be there. Thanks for asking!] This year, we decided to put a twist on the swap. All swap gifts had to begin with a letter from my late Grandma’s name: A-K-M-N-R. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I ended up with… a fancy can of Nuts surrounded by fun-size Kit-Kats, all held together with some Ribbon, and that whole thing held in the arms of an adorable stuffed Kermit the Frog. [Pssst… Kermit is so adorable… I kind of want to end up with my own gift.]

We’ll have food, probably too much. It won’t be Gram’s old menu. That amazing woman made her pierogi [usually well over 100 of them] every Christmas Eve until she was 91. For her last couple of Christmases, she had to take it easy so Italian took over, in part. But no matter what we have to eat, it’s always delicious. And Mom will make her amazing Strawberry Champagne Punch. Christmas Eve is one of the only days of the year I consume an adult beverage.

We always overdo the desserts. Mom makes two or three things, my sister J makes a couple of things and her husband the chef will make a pie or two, and I make at least two things. My other sister, D, does not bake… or cook much at all. And we’ll have whatever other desserts my cousins may bring. And Aunt Dumbass might even bring something. So yes, waaaay too much dessert. But food is at least half the fun of every holiday!

This year, I made Melt-in-Your-Mouth Chocolate Peanut Butter Rice Krispies Treats and a Lemon Pound Cake that was a huge hit a few years ago.

After Aunt Dumbass and the rest of the extended family head home, Mom, sister D, sister J and I talk about them while cleaning up. It’s always hilarious. And fun. Later, John and I, our kids, my sister J and the Chef and their son, and my sister D all change into pajamas and we sleep over. All of us. [Not my asshat sister who doesn’t speak to half of us – we don’t see her at all.] I love our sleepover tradition because it feels, for me, like the Christmases of my [much] younger days. And it’s lovely for Mom, especially since Dad has been gone.

In the morning, we all sit around the beautiful tree and open gifts. The kids are especially adorable in their crazy Christmas present frenzy! After all the packages have been unwrapped, it’s time for breakfast – pancakes [usually with blueberries Mom picked the previous summer and froze for Christmas], bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs… and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee.

But there’s more – Chef brother-in-law will make a Christmas dinner, not always the same thing. And of course, it’s always incredible.

And finally, we’ll pack up and drive home, roll into our house [think Violet from Willy Wonka], and try to unpack before collapsing. And John and I will try desperately to figure out where the hell we’re going to put all the new gifts we just brought home… because there is no space! And then we’ll give up, get the kids to bed, and watch a movie or something.

Yeah. I win Christmas.

 

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being mom.

I’ve had days when I can’t figure out what the hell made me think I could handle being a parent. Am I really going to be able to take care of them? Give them everything they need? Keep them safe and happy? Will I be good enough? Will they love me like I love my mom? Will I figure out how to be a mom and a friend without being too much of either?

I’ve had these questions since the start of my mom-life. They jumped at me again full-force when I became a mom for the second time. I’m sure I will never have definitive answers. I don’t think any exist. And that’s okay.

I do the best I can. I know sometimes it’s not good enough, but the only person who holds that against me is me. No one expects me to be perfect. I’m not sure why I expect it. I know my children love me. Sometimes, even after this many years as a mother, I can’t believe how much they love me. And how much I love them.

Oh, there are days I want to run off to a spa and relax and worry about nothing and no one. I want to have quiet peace and calm without hearing any kid-related sounds whatsoever. But before long, I would miss them. I would miss the very sounds I thought I needed a break from.

And how could I ever want to be away from anyone who, for no reason in particular, presents me with something like this…

win-award      winner

That’s my girl! And while I’m celebrating my Super Mom award victory, I can sip the iced coffee my daughter considerately provided… my God, she is adorable.

icedcoffee

I guess I must be doing all right…

 

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