I know that you weren’t on the edge of your seats or anything, but the mystery gift from my aunt was a waffle iron. Not just any waffle iron, mind you. A circus theme waffle iron, in a ripped Christmas gift bag. I am guessing by the gift bag that the waffle iron was an extremely generous re-gift. A re-gift that was promptly returned. Thank goodness for Macy’s return labels.
Other than the depressing visit with my mother, the week off was lovely. There were gifts and snow, baked goods, Wii Fit, and copious amounts of alcohol. Getting back into the routine is already proving difficult. Poor F was panicked at the thought of returning to school after days of too much television. I had to push him to school in the double stroller because he was too tired and cold and his belly hurt. I am sluggish and overtired and I’m just now getting to my coffee, hours after waking. I told B I needed to detox after the week of excess and he asked if that meant I needed an enema. No. No, I do not. Perhaps a few whiskey free days of vegetable based meals and a few gym visits will improve my general health and demeanor.