many possible titles…

i tossed around…."a bathroom of one’s own" or "to sleep…perchance to…just sleep…" or "candy is dandy but liquor is quicker" or "clothes don’t close: the beginning of the end" or "bring on the gastroenteritis"

as of today, sunday at 2 pm, if you ask me, i’ll still say that this was a great christmas vacation. quite possibly one of the best. despite the obvious situations to complain about. there’s always something to complain about. and since one of my resolutions (you’ll have to click over to Cheaper Than Therapy to see those) is going to be about trying to complain less, i’m going to have to try to get it all out here and now…

i’m the kind of girl who likes her privacy. i need my space. and my own bathroom. i don’t do well when i have to share. especially when i have to share with my nanny. the way my dad’s house is configured, two of the bedrooms upstairs have their own sinks and vanities but share an adjoining bathroom. the kids and jhoanne were in one room and we and Isabella were in the room next door. this has not been a good situation. besides the obvious, what it means is that when i come into the bedroom late at night, if i want to wash my hands, or take out my contacts, or brush my teeth, i run the risk of waking up my daughter…since the sink is in the room. there’s no door to close. let me just tell you how enjoyable that’s been.

also…Isabella hasn’t been sleeping. like,…..um…at all. and she’s my good sleeper. my girl who goes to sleep at 6:15 and doesn’t wake up until 7 has been waking up at 3 am, 4 am, 5 am, and staying up for the rest of the day. the husband and i have been doing a lot of shift work…but i’m not used to this interrrupted sleep. i like my sleep. and i am not ashamed to admit that i become superbitch without it.

also…alcohol around here has been running like no one’s business. there’s been wine or champagne with every meal. martinis. margaritas. pina colodas. (who knew…i DO like pina colodas and getting caught in the rain…) i’m not complaining about the drinking…as much as i am about the mornings after the drinking. hello, strong coffee and tylenol…

also…the food. the food. i can’t even talk about the food without being sick. breakfasts consist of biscuits and gravy and pancakes and morningstar sausage patties and links and bacon galore. that’s breakfast, folks. then we go out for lunch. and then we go out for dinner. every single day. i seriously am so fat, y’all. i’m not fitting into the clothing i bought the day after christmas. i’m so not even exaggerating. i bought this amazing, amazing skirt at anthropologie. it’s adorable. and i tried to wear is last night when we went out (no kids! lots of alcohol!) and it didn’t fit. i’m actually slightly terrified to go home and get on the scale! but the good news is that my gym membership starts on tuesday. yay for me!

also…my little niece Lauren just threw up. and we know how well i deal with this…she’s been sharing food and cups and lots and lots of toys with all three of my kids. i really really really hope it’s just something she ate. because i can not deal with the stomach flu right now. we’re going home tomorrow and managed to have been here a week (knock wood!) and no one has gotten sick yet. i threw the husband and the kids out of the house. my stepmom just took them to the aquarium. i’m planning to start packing up out shiteload of stuff to bring home.

that’s all, folks.

(i really have nothing to complain about. i have me a brand spanking new coach purse and wallet. that i love love love)

hope you all have a great new years eve…whether you’re going to be in times square (like my sister) or at home on the couch in front of a good movie (like me). happy new year! i wish you all nothing but good things and happiness in the 2007.