The days are long, but the years are short. Or so they say. 2013 was short. But so was today.
I really didn’t mean for that to rhyme.
I am so predictable. On the first day of every year, I come ripping out the gate. I resolve to be fit, organized, present, vegan. I commit to clean out my inbox, the pantry and my makeup drawer. I decide to focus on my family, my faith, this blog and my thighs. I decide that less is more, saying no is saying yes and that white space is my friend. Blah, blah. BLAH.
Then reality sets in. January is my busiest month at work. My family has had TWO stomach viruses thus far. I do laundry. All. The. Time. I ate sour patch peaches for dinner. Thighs.
I really dislike when people go on and on about how busy they are. Busy for me may be a walk in the park for someone else. Busy is working two jobs to put food on the table. Not cleaning out pantries and cleaning up puke. I am not complaining.
But I am tired. Januweary. I need a wife.
Preferably one with a Vitamix and a cure for the vomits.
Although, “bug” sounds just a tad too cute to describe it. It was terrible awful. Wells woke up with it on New Year’s Day. At first, we thought he was hungover (KIDDING), but it continued throughout the day. It is bad luck to do laundry on January 1st, so it isn’t the best time to dirty all the linens in the house. Wells wasn’t even able to eat the mandatory black eyed peas and cabbage. The rest of us ate extra in hopes we wouldn’t get sick. Graham asked us at least fifty times if we thought he would get it.
He did. And then SK got it. And then I got it. And then my mom got it. And then sweet Kailey. It came in like a wrecking ball.
While G was super sick he kept asking me for pesto. I thought it was some sort of “sick dog needs to eat grass” cry for help. No. He wanted Pepto. Bless him. The terrible awful spits on Pepto and then gives it a wedgie.
We all took to the bed for two days. I had flashbacks to the Beach Barf Fest of 2011. We sang the hallelujah chorus when it finally cleared out. At least it jumpstarted my annual resolution to drop 5 pounds.
Speaking of singing, ever since we saw Frozen, the songs have been on repeat in my head. Who am I kidding? I downloaded the soundtrack from iTunes. It has taken my annoying Disney princess voice to a whole new level. The boys run screaming from the room every time I belt out, “Do You Want to Build a Snowman.” SK included. I really need to “Let it Go.”
Speaking of movies, SK and I saw American Hustle last weekend. It was fantastic. I love a good 70’s movie. The clothes, the hair, the hilarious Jennifer Lawrence… so, so good. If I was a guy and knew Jennifer Lawrence, I would marry her. But I’m not and I don’t, so it’s not weird for me to say that.
Speaking of 70’s movies, I was in one the other day. The director from The Help is filming Get on Up in Natchez and Jackson. It is a biopic about James Brown, and I got to be an extra. The scene was a 1971 concert in Paris. The guy playing James Brown is amazing, and it seemed like I was really watching the original perform. It was so much fun. At least for the first five hours. Thankfully, the hair stylist used lots of Aqua Net on my 70’s do…
Speaking of hair, my favorite stylist Kristy Wells just opened Sage Salon and Color Bar in Jackson. Kristy and I go way back. Waaay back. Like, I’ve known her longer than I’ve known my husband. Sage is beautiful, and I am so proud of Kristy, Anne and Shelly. Graham told us his Sunday school lesson this morning was about the “blind headed” man that Jesus healed. I don’t know if Sage can help you if you are blind headed, but If you want to be blonde, give them a call… 601.487.0368.
Per usual, Santa came early to see the boys. I’m not sure how they have managed to stay on the early list. They must’ve been grand Father Christmas’d in.
While the boys were leaving out cookies and milk, Graham asked why Santa doesn’t have diabetes from eating millions of cookies. Then he said, “It must be all the healthy milk.”
We have been Christmas break-ing it down around here. Roadtrips, movies, sleepovers with friends and spending lots of time with family. Oh, and eating. It is a full on fat fest.
(I finally got my Easy Bake. Actually, Graham got my Easy Bake but he is willing to share.)
Graham asked for a zip line for Christmas. We vetoed, but he did get to test one out at a friend’s house. He has a birthday coming up and once again it is at the top of the list.
My Daddy asked Graham to tell him his favorite Christmas gift. Graham replied, “Jesus is my favorite gift and my family is second.”
Good answer, G… good answer.
And then he ran off singing Wrecking Ball.
We hope you and your family had a fantastic Christmas.
Start the new year off right… make sure you eat your blackeyed peas and cabbage.
