Sigh… ok, holidays are over. Well, NewYears is tonight, but the kids are in bed already and I’m heading there shortly. In the post-holiday fog, we’ve found ourselves swimming in wrapping, toys and three sick kids hanging like wet noodles from our arms. All I want to do is clean the house and purge some unwanted toys to make room for the new.. and maybe clean up the aftermath of the hardwood floor renovation we did only a couple days before Christmas. Drills, a hammer and couple crowbars are leaning against the living room wall, nails are ‘safely’ teetering on the edge of the dinner table, furniture and odds bits of things are in piles through the hallway, office and kitchen. And here we lay, on the floor with kids on top of us, watching an ocean documentary on Netflix and trying to eat our dinner in shifts. Peel this child off my chest, pass. Peel that child off my legs, pass. Grab bowl of chilli, mow down. Guzzle some water and oil of oregano (to fend off whatever it is they have), maybe down a mouthful of wine. Lay down, let three kids crawl back on top my sweat soaked shirt and possibly peed on pants. Watch an wall of jelly fish swim through blue waters.
Its all hilarious really, I don’t know how else to explain parenthood. Its a guessing game of what’s right and wrong, what works and what doesn’t. And most of the time we don’t know if the decisions we’ve made are right… I don’t know if we ever will. But at least we’re laughing, and enjoying them and us along the way. Dave and I often share glances of sympathy, frustration and hilarity… often choking back laughter at some wise crack remark by our oldest or pure defiance by one of the twins. I’m amazed by how often we laugh at it all. Good coping mechanisms.. check (most of the time). So, as far as Christmas goes, things went pretty well. We were avoiding the huge piles of gifts, but with loving and generous family, it seems to be unavoidable. At least we can talk through it with our oldest and pick toys he will then give away, and as for the youngest, they don’t notice when things go missing. So our toy pile will remain a manageable size at least.. whew! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Happy New Years everyone. Enjoy these crazy days and let the food coma take you comfortably into the new year.
This last one is from last week, a recap of our daily dinner routine. The kids all start out in their own seats… eventually they all end up in one of our laps, this time it was not mine. I got to eat.