One of those minor things that shouldn’t bug me but somehow bugs me nonetheless is when people talk unceasingly about how busy they are. You’re not that busy! You just need to prioritize better! Allow me to tell you how to fix your life! Etc.! I especially felt that way about how parents would talk about life with kids. You do so have time to shower! You just need to prioritize! Except now I have learned that parents who don’t have time to shower are indeed prioritizing, and sometimes sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee takes precedence over having clean hair. This is basically what I have found with keeping up this blog. I probably COULD blog more, and in fact I have a million half-written blog posts stored in my brain, but I don’t often have long stretches during the day when I don’t have at least one child requiring my attention, and when I do, I’m not usually in the sort of headspace required to craft a coherent post. But I do love posting here, and I think I am going to make it my goal for 2014 to do so at least once a week, even if I don’t have time to obsess over the wording of every last sentence before I hit publish. (If you are thinking to yourself, “This … is the result of spending lots of time thinking and writing and editing? This right here?” you are free to wonder that. I sometimes do as well. You are also welcome to wonder why I post so often about going to the dentist. I don’t know either.)
Christmas was lovely this year, and due to a rare confluence of events, it was a low-key holiday that didn’t require us to sleep anywhere other than our own beds, which is something I am always, always in favour of. (I love my own bed. It has a memory foam topper that might even be a better invention than the printing press or air travel or peanut butter.) We went to our own church on Christmas Eve, and then spent Christmas Day at my parents’ beautiful new home in Mitchell, and then spent the afternoon on Boxing Day with Mike’s family eating brunch at the Elmhurst Inn. Opening presents is so much more fun with a toddler, although I will admit there is a bit of extra stress involved, what with worrying about pleases and thank yous and appropriate reactions and all of that. Ellie was quite taken with all of her gifts, which was gratifying to watch, and Zach was mostly indifferent, which is to be expected because he is just a baby and is too busy learning how to suck on his own fist to be wowed by the many gifts showered upon him by generous family members.
New Year’s Eve was a bit of a bust, because Zach was completely out of sorts during the day, and then Mike spent the evening with Daisy at the emergency vet clinic waiting to be seen for what we correctly suspected was a UTI, which is slightly more serious in her case than it would usually be, because she was diagnosed with kidney disease in the spring. (Our formerly fat orange cat Max is also fairly sick with something, and has lost a lot of weight for reasons we’re still not totally sure of, in spite of spending a lot of money trying to figure it out. It is a sad testament to how much money we have spent at the vet this year that when Mike got home last night and reported the appointment was $150, I said, “Whew, that’s not bad at all!” I’m glad we have the means to treat their health problems, but even after many years of pet ownership, I still have no idea where to draw the line. So expensive! We could feed so many starving kids with this money! But it’s my Daisy and my Max, who I love. Sigh.) He got home around 10:30, we went to bed around 11:00, and it was 2014 when we woke up. It seemed like a fitting way to spend the last day of 2013, which wasn’t a BAD year by any stretch of the imagination, although many parts of it were inconvenient or expensive or sad or worrying, with the sick pet stuff and the pregnancy stuff and the NICU stuff and all of that. Other parts of it were good or even spectacular (specifically Exhibit A up above, smiling baby with Pooh bear) so I’d consider it a win overall, even if I did spend most of the year on the couch. Totally worth the permanent butt divot in the upholstery.