Weekend Reflection

Well here it is Saturday again. We had a very crazy but rewarding week. Santa came and went and the kids were good for the most part. The Terror got her baby with a Nuk and stroller. The big girl got a game for her Nintendo and the baby got some diapers.

We went to our usual parties…you know the big one at the aunt and uncles house on Christmas Eve. All the kids were running around downstairs while the adults sipped rum and cider and mixed drinks upstairs. The terror decided that she was Cinderella that day. And the food! I can’t forget to mention all the food. We had antipasti, cookies, Nona’s bread sticks, lasagna, salad, garlic bread, and of course the dessert. My mother made her home made eclairs…yum! I will have to share some of the recipes with all of you. After we all ate and exchanged gifts it was time to go home to wait for Santa.

Christmas morning was usual. The baby was the first to wake up at 6 am. My husband and I drank coffee in our Christmas mugs while we waited for the girls to wake up. Once they did it didn’t take long for the presents to get ripped open. Cinderella got so many presents that she started to get bored after a while. All she wanted to do was run around and play. Typical. The big girl played Santa and handed out the gifts. She is getting more responsible every day, or at least I am hoping that she will. (When she doesn’t throw one of her ten-year-old-I-think-I’m-sixteen-and-don’t-want-to-do-what-Mom-says-fits).

After all the gifts were opened I just wanted one more present from my family and that was to all go to Christmas mass together. I don’t think my husband was too thrilled with that one. It took me forever to get him to hustle. You see we got done opening gifts at 9am and mass started at 10. I wanted to get there early to get a good parking spot and seat in church. I felt like a drill Sargent trying to get my family out the door that morning. “Pack some bottles and formula in the diaper bag. Cinderella needs her princess bag and blanket. Don’t forget to buckle your sister in her car seat. Let’s go!”

After chasing after the terror and rocking a tired baby in mass it was time to go to Grandma and Grandpas for yet another Christmas party. We gassed up the car at over three dollars a gallon and headed down the road.

Grandma and Grandpa’s party was also very typical. The kids did the annual blessing of the Christmas tree, oh and the presents, and the nativity and…I don’t know I think my mother would have them bless everything in her house if there was time. Again as good Italians we had pasta oh and of course presents. Nine out of ten of my parents grandchildren were there but it didn’t take them long to rip through all the gifts. The kids ran around downstairs and before I knew it the party was over.

I returned t my messy home exhausted and ready for bed. My plan was to clean up the house the next day. Yeah right!

I was not aware that the flu bug was going around. I spent all day on Wednesday sick in bed throwing up and worse…I had diarrhea…yuck! I thought well maybe my husband could clean up the dishes in the sink, straighten the presents under the tree, make the beds, do some laundry and take care of the kids. Was I ever wrong! Why is it that men just don’t know the meaning of housework? Sometimes I think that he could literally live in a pig sty. I had to work the past few days so my house is still a mess. Maybe I should just say, “The heck with it!” and become a slacker mom! Hopefully he will find a good job soon and things will return to normalcy around here…if there is such a word!

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