I am sitting in front of the Christmas tree and drinking my first coffee, two days after Christmas. To my surprise, I survived Christmas Eve with missing faces around my table, and a Christmas Day itself that was crammed with music from beginning to end. I sang at two Masses, and in the evening, when my husband and younger son gathered at Papa's to have "Christmas Dinner" (read: Chinese food) with grandparents and aunt and uncle and cousins, my older son and I went to a private party and performed with other carolers. My son played violin for two hours, mostly without a note in front of him, and I sang with the carolers who were assigned. Actually, I "crashed" because I had turned down the assignment. Who works on Christmas night? But since I was chauffeuring the violinist and had no desire to sit in a cold car in the dark for two hours, I arrived in costume. The father of the family had decided to surprise his family with the music. He had chosen a Dickens theme for the day, and we were greeted by Marley's ghost as we sat outside the house waiting for others to arrive. There was the Ghost of Christmas (Past and Present), Bob Cratchit, Mr. Fezziwig, and a host of others. I wanted to be adopted on the spot.
From Christmas Eve to the present moment, I am not sure a vegetable has passed my lips. Getting on the scale on Saturday morning is going to be interesting. I am so sick of chocolate, cookies, and squash pie that I find myself longing for salad with a cottage cheese chaser. The New Year's Resolutions may have to start early this year. I'm not sure I can continue on this eating orgy much longer.
It's wonderful having my college sons home. There are plates everywhere, and it really looks as though a tornado tore through the living room, but I don't care. Their heads are on their pillows (usually until at least noon) and I know they are there, at least for the next couple of weeks. Then it's back to school for them, back to the job search for me, and bracing ourselves for whatever 2013 holds, both good and bad. It's like trying to walk on the deck of a ship during a storm. You have to just "roll with it"!
From Christmas Eve to the present moment, I am not sure a vegetable has passed my lips. Getting on the scale on Saturday morning is going to be interesting. I am so sick of chocolate, cookies, and squash pie that I find myself longing for salad with a cottage cheese chaser. The New Year's Resolutions may have to start early this year. I'm not sure I can continue on this eating orgy much longer.
It's wonderful having my college sons home. There are plates everywhere, and it really looks as though a tornado tore through the living room, but I don't care. Their heads are on their pillows (usually until at least noon) and I know they are there, at least for the next couple of weeks. Then it's back to school for them, back to the job search for me, and bracing ourselves for whatever 2013 holds, both good and bad. It's like trying to walk on the deck of a ship during a storm. You have to just "roll with it"!
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