I’m not feeling particularly funny today. I’m feeling a bit meh. For those of you not familiar with the word , it’s really just a way of verbalizing a shrug. Roughly translated it can mean a lot of things including: Yes, No, Maybe, Kind of, Never, Always, Okay, Alright, No thank you, Yes please, Look bitch I really don’t care so just shut up, If you want, Whatever, I don’t really care, No honestly – I don’t care… etc.
But it’s Monday & well, what other day do I get to vent? (Well, it is my blog so I guess I can pick whatever day I want but “MomDay Thursday” just sounds stupid.) So just randomly, here’s a few things about my week….
I hate to say it, but work has been going well. I like my job. And I’m in retail. And it’s the busiest shopping season of the year. And today I got to watch people run & push & shove to get 50% off wrapping paper that they will store somewhere for the next year, forget where it is & end up buying more next year at full price. Yet in spite of all that, I like my job. Sometimes it’s actually the high point of my day. And I’m wondering how sad that sounds.
I almost got busted by The Boy doing the Santa thing. It’s my first year playing Santa by myself. The Ex was great about shopping & helping to wrap, but on Christmas Eve, it was up to me to get everything set up. We got home late from The Big Italian Christmas Eve Extravaganza & Seafood Fest so The Kids weren’t in bed before midnight. At about 1:30 am, I heard feet on the stairs. The Boy’s feet. If you saw the “Merry Freaking Christmas” picture from Saturday’s post, you’ll notice that the tree is right at the bottom of the staircase. So there is no way he didn’t see those presents under the tree (with the cleverly disguised handwriting of Mom & Dad pretending to be Santa). But that is one of the great things about The Big Italian Christmas Eve Extravaganza & Seafood Fest… He was so delirious that he didn’t notice & I was able to tuck him back into bed & convince him that the jingly noise he claims to have heard was just Mommy’s wine bottle hitting the wine glass… over… and over again.
So even though I’ve been a little meh lately, I’ve found out a few things… good things… unfunny things… Like:
No matter how much you fight with your sibling when you’re kids, you love them like crazy when you get older (Thanks, Sis). So there’s hope for The Boy & The Girl to maybe get through a day without telling each other to “Shut up a little.”
My friends are amazing & they always have my back. Sappy, I know. Deal with it.
And when all else fails… make sure you have plenty of Chardonnay on hand.