Yes, I realize this post is about a month late. If you don’t like it you can suck it (keep reading for the explanation for the phrase “suck it”). I’ve been
busy wiping asses unclogging toilets adding miles to the minivan calming anxiety unpacking putting Christmas shit away breaking up sister fights remembering to shower recovering from Christmas.
I’m working on de-stressing myself. I gauge my stress levels by how many people I want to tell to “suck it” on a daily basis. I think that number is beginning to lower. I take that as a good sign.
I felt like Mother Christmas this year…and that’s not sarcasm there (shocker, I know!) I’m patting myself on the back for it too because I’m unsure if that will ever happen again. I felt I kinda screwed my kids out of Christmas 2012 because I had just had a baby. Nothing says Merry Christmas, Kids! like pushing out a 9lb baby rendering yourself out of commission for the weeks to follow. However, this Christmas I made sure we hit up some cool things around the city to add to their bank of childhood memories. The bonus of homeschooling is that we don’t have an obligatory bedtime for a school morning so we were able to hit up different Christmas activities during the weeknight when the wait was nil. We didn’t have to wait for anything. The other key was doing most of these activities on or before December 15th or so. It all worked out fantastically.
We squeezed two Lopez children birthdays into December. Aurelia’s 8th and Elisha’s 1st. Aurelia decided she wanted to go to Galveston for a night in lieu of a party. Fine by me! Her caveat was that Mimi Tina and Papa Sal HAD to come too. Again, fine by me! My inlaws are more awesomer than of your inlaws hands down. If you don’t think so you can suck it.
We spend the actual Christmas holiday with Mimi Tina and Papa Sal. We got to see family and friends while we were there too. It was a bit crazy trying to cram it all in hence why it’s taken me awhile to recover from the frenzy but it was a good time. The girls had a good time. The sibling fights commenced like a regularly scheduled program. It seemed amplified at the grandparents house because it isn’t our own house and I feared for the safety of nice things around them while they were flailing about. We, on the other hand, do not own many things that we would be devastated if they broke or were ruined for this very reason. If you don’t have a nice new couch then it’s not that big of a deal when a kid cuts the fabric with scissors. If you have shitty carpet then it’s not a big deal with kids spill all kinds of stuff on it. If you have white rental property walls then you just slap on some more white paint when they draw on them. And if you buy used vehicles then you don’t freak out too much when they carve hieroglyphics into the exterior painted side door with metal. Metal on metal. Love the sound!
Back to Christmas. My inlaws work hard to make their granddaughters feel special at Christmas. My mother in law has bags with their names on them that their gifts get put into on Christmas morning. Thank God for my mother in law. She fills in where I forget. It takes a village, people! (Notice the placement of the comma. I didn’t say it takes a Village People because that’s not even grammatically correct if you were thinking about The Village People…YMCA!!! Altogether now! Young man…crap. I digressed again. Damn Mommy ADHD) Sal also did more than his fair share of Christmas-ing. I’m certain that if it weren’t for him we’d not put up a tree or any decor because to me that means if you put it up then you must take it down and I just don’t like to add any more work to my load. Sometimes I have to squash the extreme minimalist desires in me because I’ve been told it ruins fun. I secretly want to own one of those tiny houses floating around the internet or better yet travel the country in an RV. I don’t want to be known as the fun ruiner…any more than I already am.
We got to spend some quality time with my sister and her family. The cousins had a blast together. That’s always really neat to watch them interact. I love my own cousins and have some fun family memories with them as well as being able to talk about and compare our parents weirdnesses behind their backs. Kidding!…sort of.
I have a dear friend, Julie, with whom I’ve been friends for 21 or 22 years or so now (We became friends in 7th grade and now we are 33 going on 34). I love her. We’ve been navigating wifedom and motherhood for the past 10 years and haven’t had a moment where it’s been just us in a long time. I got just Julie time on this trip and it meant the world to me. I’m always the hold out of one on one friend time because it seems I’m constantly popping out babies. I love reconnecting with her. I cherish the time that it’s just us.
Sal’s extended family is awesome! I really lucked out marrying into his family. Not that my family isn’t nice…maybe except for a few people but Sal’s family would never write a blog with the phrase “suck it” in it. His aunts, uncles, and cousins were extremely thoughtful in their gifts and time. My grandma sent the girls some things as well. I sometimes feel guilty about getting things from my grandma for the girls because she really shouldn’t worry about those things, ya know? I feel bad about her spending her money. But, my grandma is awesome. She is the girls’ last surviving great grandma. As I get older I’m growing more and more appreciative of her. I hope when I’m a great grandma that I will get to the point where my grandkids think I’m cool again like I do with her. I have to stop talking about her or I’ll get all choked up and emotional. If you’re reading Grandma, I love you and appreciate ALL that you have ever done for me (even the stuff I don’t remember and you do).
Not to add a cliche summary statement but…In conclusion, this Christmas rocked my socks! 2013 Lopez Christmas will go down in history like Rudolph the mutha effing Reindeer. (Go ahead and laugh at that. You won’t go to hell. Promise. And if you do, tell satan to suck it.) It’s a rad thing to watch your kids open presents on Christmas morning. They could open dishwashing soap for all I care. It’s not what it is that I like watching, rather, it’s the anticipation of it all. It’s the moment of looking at the wrapped package and not knowing what it is. It’s all the activities and fun we have building up to Christmas Day. It’s all of it. I loved every second of Christmas this year!