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Please Pass The Eggnog

Please pass the eggnog.

Holiday party season is in full swing. Which means I get grilled. You get grilled. There is not a single person at a holiday party,gathering or function who is safe except maybe someone’s Grammy. As she should be as she is a big part of why we are all gathered and typically in my experience brings the best baked goods.

Please pass the eggnog.

Sadly that’s not what this blog is about.

It’s about that uncomfortable questioning that comes each holiday season.

It makes me so uncomfortable my eczema flares up. This year I was hoping my flare was because of my new tattoo, but I’ve been going to the same guy for five years with no issues. Also, said ink is nowhere near my flare up location.

It was because I had a holiday work event with new people and I knew I would get questions about my plans for the holidays.

Which honestly is a perfectly acceptable thing to ask. It’s people’s reactions to my answers that can be tough.

At  this year’s gathering I was asked what I was doing for the holidays to which I said my family was visiting from the East Coast.

I then was asked if we spent time with my husband’s family.

No. I’m not married. Divorced.

Oh … you’re not married. Remarried?

No

Oh. Do you have a boyfriend.

Ummm… well kinda, it’s new so…

So just you and your daughter?

Well…

Oh that’s too bad.

Wait, wait, wait. First of all it’s not just me and my daughter. It’s her grandparents and aunt, uncles, cousins. AND even if it was just us, WHICH it has been many times we have traditions in place.

Like our gingerbread house that gets attacked by dinosaurs that we build every year no matter what. It gets attacked because frankly gingerbread houses are hard.

Cookie baking.

Hanging out in jammies all day on Christmas.

Going to a movie.

Pizza!

Yule log for breakfast!

My Christmas may not fit the mold but it’s mine and hers and even at what I thought was the hardest and worst she didn’t, and shame on me I shouldn’t have either because I had her.

At the end of the day as hard as it is to answer the questions and feel like it’s not perfect, remember and I believe Noelle sings a similar song on the regular… it’s about moments. It’s about time. It’s about each other.

I sometimes forget I have the best Christmas gift of all, she’s eleven, she’s almost taller than me and it does make me giggle that singing Jump Around at the top of my lungs embarrasses her a little.

In the meantime though, maybe pass me some eggnog with a little something extra in it.

Remember Mommas we got this and I got you.

Much love and Happy Holidays,

~~Caprise

Single Mom of the amazing Dbl G
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Bringing The Christmas Cheer

We have spent the last few days with some serious moments of ups and downs. Because our kids don’t entirely grasp what is happening to their uncle right now it doesn’t seem to be upsetting them quite as much. That’s the thing about illness and death, I think mortality seems much more real and alarming as you age.

We are trying to pull ourselves together and bring in the Christmas cheer. There isn’t much we can do for him except pray so worrying is only making both of our anxiety worse. We have the elf at our house…his name is George. Honestly-4 years ago when I introduced him to our traditions-I did not realize what a PAIN in the ASS he was going to be. Problem being, my 7 year old asks about him throughout the whole year and wonders what he is up to-or he would just disappear. Lesson learned on that one-there will be NO elf for the grandchildren. We went and cut down our tree and have put up the indoor decorations. And this morning my daughter got to open the first door on the advent calendar! This weekend we will put out the outdoor decorations and being baking, wrapping gift and some light shopping. I do most of my shopping online now but still want to bring money to small local businesses so I do a few days of old school shopping 🙂 It is forecasted to bring snow next week and our youngest has her school Christmas program on Monday and church pageant next Sunday.

That’s the thing about “adulting”. Life doesn’t stop even in the worst moments, everything keeps going and turning. We can either fight it or do what we NEED to do to enjoy it. I don’t want to get out of bed on most days as of lately-but I am strong and I do what I need to do. Each and every one of you are strong too!

 

Love to All-Kim

Giving Thanks For My Blessings

 

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone will be enjoying their day at home with loved ones. I want to give thanks for my many blessings.

I am typing this the night before and am watching the minutes click by and see that I still have 3 more pies to go! I have been cooking, baking and cleaning since Tuesday.  A few years ago my husband and I decided we were done running from house to house on the holidays and made the choice to start hosting. We would love to have everyone come but are in no way offended if they don’t want to or can’t. We get it, we really do. The hustle and bustle leaves no time to relax and before you know it-it’s over. Hence the decision to start hosting. I don’t mind all the cooking involved, quite frankly it’s one of the better things I do 🙂 I have 3 siblings and many nieces and nephews, my husband has 6 siblings, also with many nieces and nephews. So it can get pretty crazy and wild and on occasion there is some drama. I wouldn’t change a bit of it for anything. I look forward to looking around our home and seeing how the kids have changed and watching them grow. Reminiscing about our “younger” years and hearing about the shenanigans of my husband and his siblings.

At some point one of us girls will pull out the Black Friday ads to pick out all the things we want to get- knowing all along in the back of our minds we will never make it to the sales due to the food coma.  Out of all the years we’ve done this, we have gone ONCE …lol. We will watch football games, and take naps. Someone will bust out a few board games and we will play them for hours. If it’s nice enough outside the kids will go to the park or play a game of football in the yard. Suppertime will come around and we will reheat leftovers and fill ourselves again.

I am thankful, I am blessed.

Love to All-Kim