Monday, December 19, 2011

I hate to be the grinch, but....

What is it about the holidays that just make me want to tear my hair out? I used to love the holidays, even those years where I made the whole meal myself. Now that I'm a Mom and I'm dealing with buying presents, hiding the presents, trying to keep Baby C (now 16 months) from attacking the Christmas tree, it's become a daunting time of year.

This year I decided to pear down and make the holidays manageable. This year, we have a bare Christmas tree. I figured if we put up ornaments that the baby would just find a way to grab them... and you what will happen next. For the sake of my own sanity, I decided that this year might be a good year to just enjoy the lights... that's it.

I went to Target on Saturday morning with the boys... that's right... all 3 of them. The hubs, Baby C and my step son Jay accompanied me (just to clarify, I volunteered to take Baby C but my husband offered to come with). It was MAHEM!

I noticed that there were some good stocking stuffers down the isle (the one thing left on our list) so I left the cart with my husband (big mistake) and walked down the isle with baby C on my hip and picked up stocking stuffers. Five minutes later, I had 10 items, Baby C was holding 3 of them, I was holding Baby C and the rest and I was frantically looking for my husband as I started to sweat while dragging my 25 pound baby down the toy isle.

I walked all the way down to menswear and I couldn't find my husband ... at all... I had been ditched with the Baby. I might have been worried expect that I knew that I had the car keys. I found a cart on the side of one of the isles and finished my stocking stuff extravaganza. By the time I found my husband it was clear that some miscommunication had happened because he said "where have you been. We've been playing video games."... I went home and I had a glass of wine.

I've noticed that parties are a lot more complicated now that I have Baby C. I guess I didn't notice last year because Baby C didn't sleep through the night until he was 6 months old. I think I was in a fog for the first year of his life... I'm just now waking up. We went to my sister in law's party. It was 7:30 and no one had been served dinner yet. I asked about dinner and she said it would be served shortly. Shortly? Is she crazy? Baby C's bedtime is 8. Once you factor in putting pj's on, story time and snuggles with the stuffed animals, lights are out by 8:15 and he's asleep by 8:30. If the series of events do not happen in this order bad things will happen. This is a very delicate schedule here. Eating dinner at 8PM is no longer an option for me. Maybe I'll become a hermit, until he's 4 or so, maybe that will be easier.

I've decided to just stay home and drink with my husband. It'll probably be easier all around. Merry christmas.

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