Christmastime is strange now. I have another adult in the house and am allowed to go to the bathroom with the door shut. It’s like bizarro world here.

Maybe not so bizarro; there is still laundry everywhere.
My exciting day is going to be filled with laundry and cleaning. I just don’t like having the house a mess on Christmas.
In other news, I had a dream about my grandmother last night. She was there and then she wasn’t. I described it as how people see ghosts–she didn’t look like how she did the last time I saw her (5 years ago). She was younger, thinner. Her hair was different. she was my Grandmother from 10 or 15 years ago. When I woke up, I cried as if she had just died, not as if I found out via Google over a year later. I still have a headache from it. I’ve never had a dream about my Grandmother.
So after a big Christmas Eve breakfast, lots of coffee and watching sea otters*, I’m hanging out watching Roseanne and it’s the episode where Becky has to get birth control. This episode makes me crazy. How am I going to do this with my kids? I don’t want to have this conversation. It makes me want to brick up the house with the kids inside.
Scratch that. I don’t want them to get all Flowers in the Attic-y.
I think I’m going to set up a system where we have to talk about something terrible and uncomfortable like, once a month or something.

Pick an STD out of the hat!
The Christmas gifts I sent this week were received yesterday in good shape. Cookies were eaten, woolies were worn. I’m actively working on two gifts, which thankfully do not have a deadline. I’m well past the deadline.
*Fun fact: Otters have 1 million hairs per square inch; compare that to dogs which have 100,000 hairs per square inch. Thanks, Jeff Corwin!