After Harper’s orthodontist appointment this morning, the girls and I met my mom for lunch. On the drive to the restaurant, we listened to Christmas music.
At the restaurant (Freddy’s if you’re nasty) I ate a veggie burger wrapped in lettuce and it was definitely the right choice.
After we ate, we went to a store down the road and suddenly it WAS Christmas and so many people (not you, of course) are yelling about how it’s too early and it’s not even Halloween yet, but you know what? I would celebrate Christmas every day of the year if I could. (Clarification: Not the gift thing, but the feel of it all. The smells. Getting up at 5 in the morning to light the tree and drink coffee with the dogs before the craziness begins.)
Side story: Two years ago I got up at 5 and made coffee. While I was turning on the tree (maybe by dancing provocatively, but probably by pressing the light button), Henry jumped onto the couch and took a drink of my coffee. Instead of getting up to pour another cup, I decided to take a deep breath and just pretend it never happened.
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2 weeks ago I fed the dog from my fork. Don’t tell my mom, she’d die.
I hear you. I always feel sad when I put Christmas away.
I once shared a piece of cheese with my cat. I mean he took a bite and then I took a bite. My mother saw it and flipped out. Oh well.
Monday my two youngest sons had to pee after getting their flu shots. I thought they were also throwing away their lollipop sticks. Turns out the youngest, who is 5, dropped his lollipop on the FLOOR of the MENS ROOM at the CLINIC and the seven year old WIPED IT OFF and GAVE IT BACK and he PUT IT BACK IN HIS MOUTH. We were back at the car before I heard any of this, and decided that whatever ebola and stranger pee it had picked up was already in my boy’s mouth and I just let it go rather than fighting him for the vile lollipop.
We have had a talk about how there is no “5 second rule” in a public toilet.
Oh my god.
I’m 100% with you on the Christmas feels. It just makes me so happy!
I really want to know more about the dog and the coffee, like, was he pleased with himself? Did he want more? Or was this a grave error on his part? My dog is so picky that he won’t even eat the free dog treats at the bank, so this coffee-drinking is very surprising to me. Although I suppose I can imagine Henry with a beret and round glasses, sipping an espresso at a java house. He does have a certain beat-poet air about him.
So, the advantage of waiting a while to comment becomes evident here; I don’t have to think of anything reasonable to say about the Christmas thing except that I am sincerely happy that you are so happy.
Your other commenters, though, were worth the wait.
Stephanie’s lollypop story? OMGOMGOMG!!! (And I am by no means a fastidious avoider of floor food) Presumably it’s been more than a week since that happened. Do we know for sure that her kid is OK? (OMG!)
And Elizabeth has totally nailed Henry’s alter ego. Put a scarf around his neck, and he’s there!
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