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.
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.
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!