It was with a sense of near-panic that I realized that everyone in the house was sick this weekend – it would throw our whole Christmas schedule just off. Which makes me feel like such an adult, really, that I now view major holidays not as an awesome good time, but instead as one big stressful homework assignment. Hooray for that.
I hate November. It’s grim and barren and grey and damp, and some part of me secretly believes that this is the way the world really is, this stark, Ayn Rand-ian landscape. It snowed on the weekend, but not enough to turn the town into a pretty Christmas card – just enough to make everything all soggy while you stared bleakly out the window, developing bronchitis. Oh, and doing all of your Christmas shopping online, because there is a SCHEDULE to adhere to.
We didn’t cook much on the weekend, thanks to the stomach bug that everyone managed to get. We did make a shockingly successful vaguely-Mexican pizza on Friday night, and it was so good that The Girl ate FOUR pieces. That never happens! This will end up being like the time that she happily ate a pork chop and her father and I exchanged this shared look of "WE WILL EAT PORK CHOPS ALL THE TIME NOW!". Which we pretty much did, for WEEKS, until The Girl announced that she was now sick of pork chops. Well, of course. I also made a markedly unsuccessful stew last night, which happens but is discouraging when it does, and some chocolate chip cookies which turned out just fine. And that is all. I think we lived on Kraft Dinner for the rest of the time, which is very comforting in a neon yellow sort of way, too.
The Baby whiled away the weekend by looking at Christmas cookbooks, declaring that all of the cookies were "gwooten fwee!" and demanding that I bake them for her. Well, that’ll keep me busy in a couple of weeks, won’t it?
This needs some soaring last paragraph to make up for the previous several paragraphs of whining, but it’s November and I’m not feeling up to it. The Baby is sitting on my knee with an earache, we have errands to run and the sky outside is the colour of pavement. Gloomy! But even in the midst of soggy, grim November, there are still happy things – a new fondue set to play with this week, packaged expected in the mail, Christmas card pictures to snap and the holidays slowly but surely coming our way, bringing happiness and snow with the end of November.