Wow, what a holiday.
I’m zonked. Totally wiped out. Drained.
I’m at work for the day today and it actually feels like a holiday (lol). You would think I’d be better prepared to handle a 10-year-old, a 3-year-old, and an amazing girlfriend all at the same time. I mean, that’s what I want for a permanent future going forward…only with her two girls added to the mix. The thing is, over the weekend I felt as though I needed more time to prepare…that I just wasn’t ready yet.
But I’m doing my best to improve each and every day.
Lemme see, instead of boring you with the ups and downs of my Christmas weekend, I’ll instead tantalize you with some of the highlights.
Rugrat and I went to my parents’ place for Christmas. And funny enough, we actually had to wake up her and my little brother (who’s 15) at 7am because the adults were wide awake and ready to get the show on the road.
So here is one of my favorite gifts. I mean, just take a look at it. Go ahead…click on it and enlarge it…I’ll stay here…
Okay, you back? Good. So yeah…my mother bought me a bottle of shampoo for Christmas. No, it wasn’t a joke. Yes, she really thought I still used shampoo. Her thought process was that even though I didn’t have any hair, I still had to “rub something up there”. I attempted to explain to her that shampoo was for actual hair and that I used soap on my head to keep things clean. I don’t really think that she fully understood. She just rolled her eyes and shook her head and mumbled something about having to rub something up there. I love my mom.
Another great gift came from, of all people, my ex-wife. She had originally told me that Ankle Biter was too young to understand what buying gifts for the parents was all about and that we didn’t have to buy each other anything. Yet when I dropped him off for the last time before Christmas, I was given a bag with a gift inside. WTF? I felt really bad, though…because I totally would have done the same thing. So the gift was an awesome mug with a picture of my son on it. How cool is that?? I just need to think about where it’s going to be displayed.
Needless to say, I want my son to remember his parents’ birthdays and holidays. My daughter? She doesn’t normally call on my birthday or get me a gift, and on the “off years” when she isn’t here for the holidays it’s the same thing. So I never want my son to forget me OR his mom…it’s just the right thing to do, y’know?
So after we opened our gifts Christmas morning, Rugrat decided to stay behind and I took off on a 4-hour round trip to pick up Sunshine for the remainder of the weekend. Once we got back, we opened gifts that we got for each other.
And seriously, my favorite gift came from Sunshine (of course!). How could you possibly go wrong with one of the greatest gifts known to mankind. EVER!!
That’s right, my baby got me a Slap Chop!! I can’t tell you the pure bliss that beamed from me when I opened this up. This is one of those “things” that we share and I absolutely adore that she did that for me. She did that a few times with gifts, actually. My parents would kinda look on and smile, but then secretly wonder just why I was so happy with my Slap Chop or PostSecret book. She’s just awesome…and I can’t tell you how much more I loved her on Christmas Day than I did on Christmas Eve.
We left on Boxing Day morning to pick up Ankle Biter and head home for the rest of the day. Saturday night is a total blur…I can’t even begin to tell you what we did. I honestly have no memory of what took place. Luckily, I’ve got a couple of pics…
Oh yeah…that’s what happened on Saturday. Heh.
Sunday involved taking the whole crew to my parents’ house again for a 3rd Christmas for Ankle Biter. It wasn’t much, but a few more gifts certainly can make a child’s day…
So Sunday evening consisted of us all relaxing and getting Sunshine ready to head back home. We did our best to get a picture of all of us together, but alas…it was not meant to be. The best we could do was a pic of Rugrat, Sunshine, and I…
After dropping Sunshine off at the bus station, I asked Rugrat what she thought of her. Her response?
“I really like her. She’d make a good stepmom.”
So with all of us (minus Ankle Biter but including Sunshine’s two girls) getting together for New Year’s weekend, it’s going to be another very busy and hectic time. But y’know what? I wouldn’t want it any other way.