I know, it’s been way too long since I’ve updated over here. Once again, I’ve been neglectful. Alas, it’s a new year, which basically means I’m going to reshift my priorities again and TRY AGAIN to do what’s important to me, too.
All this mothering and pleasing other people crap is weighing me down, and quite honestly, has me in a funk. Then again, so is the whole getting dark at 4pm stuff…
So, yes, since I left you, we were gearing up for the holidays. Oh, I had so many stories I wanted to share…if there was only more time in the day and less tantrums to extinguish—mine, not the kid’s!
I know all of you have had your decorations and trees put away for weeks, so bear with me on sharing a few of these stories so late. It’s almost Easter and all…and I’m just now getting around to talking about Christmas. haha. Story of my life.
Christmas, my most favorite time of year, flashed before our eyes and was done just like *that.* But what a magical Christmas it was.
At this stage in the game, actually, within the past 2 months Jack has become so imaginative and verbal. And when I say verbal, it’s beyond the one word sentences and repitition. He caught on to all the holiday buzz words, like Sansa (Santa), Chrimmas (Christmas) and anything resembling a Christmas Tree was, of course, a Sansa Tree. He’d see a wreath and say, “oooh a Sansa Tree!” And in NYC, every where we went, there was some kind of Sansa Tree or Sansa himself. It was glorious!
This year’s trip to Macy’s was amazing. As usual, we went the first thing in the morning in mid-December and braved the crowds. Thankfully, we were in and out of there in less than an hour! We enjoyed Santaland and the trains and the beautiful decorations while we waited in line.
Seriously, the line moved so fast and efficiently this year, we almost didn’t have time to stop and gawk at the billion different things to see in Santaland. Jack adored the massive train displays as much as Sansa himself. Seeing Santa at the Macy’s in Herald Square is one of my most favorite family Christmas traditions, and I’m so glad we’re able to “give” Jack such fun experiences.
The rest of the days and short weeks leading up to the holidays were spent working on NKT and attending various events. By the end, I was so braindead and Jack, poor Jack, he was bored and ready to play as always!
The day before we left for Va. for the holidays, I insisted on taking Jack to see the tree in Rockefeller Center. Because it’s easier to go during the day rather than at night, we didn’t get the full effect, but we did enjoy the massive tree and breathtaking sights around us. The celebration on TV for the treelighting really doesn’t do it enough justice. Christmas in the City is pretty awesome and Rockefeller Center is the epicenter of it all.
And then the next day, we packed our bags into the car, amidst the snow piles and headed south…
I’ll have to do a photo essay thing on Christmas with the folks, so more on that crazy fun later.
I think I tweeted something about having so many emotions about this past trip home for Christmas, which is probably an understatement. With our families so firmly planted in Va., I realized that if Jack is ever going to have strong relationships with them, then it’s mostly on us.
It’s our choice to live here to expand our horizons, but unfortunately, the visits will be scarce. What will that mean? It could mean, not as many trips to Va so we can maybe focus on OUR family for a change? The same amount of visits so we can continue spending money that we could be saving for a house, so we can move out before we kill each other in this tiny space? Or how about just wallow in guilt because we can’t make everyone happy, including Jack?
I couldn’t get out of Va. fast enough after I finished college, so it’s kind of ironic that our kid constantly asks to go to Yoyo’s house. and Papa’s house. and to see Uncle John. All the live-long day this kid rips my heart out with this cadence of asking to go to Va.
My life’s conflict is like a shapeshifter—like, now it’s in a stranglehold by a toddler who knows just what he wants.
And right now, it’s 350 miles away at Yoyo’s house.