It’s the day after Christmas and 93.9 the “Holiday” Lite is now just Lite FM and I’m kinda sad about it.
It’s the day after Christmas and my house is a wreck. We were gone from 11 AM until 9 PM on Christmas day and the living room floor is barely visible beneath the half-opened toys, and remnants of wrapping paper, and empty cardboard boxes.
It’s the day after Christmas and I would LOVE to pay someone, anyone, to spend the day at my house putting together all the Christmas toys. Nowadays you need an engineering degree from Stanford just to disassemble toys from their packages. First you need some garden shears or meat cleavers to cut through the plastic, then there’s those metal twist-ties or the plastic turny things to free the toy. Half the toys require assembly or batteries or another step before they’re even ready to be played with and by then the toddler has already lost interest and is shoving another toy in your face to put together. We already visited the local ACE Hardware for a toy that was mysteriously missing all 17 screws. Have you ever been to the screw aisle? There are a million choices. Flat head or round head, Phillips or straight, wood screws or metal screws, ¼ inch or 5 and 3/8 inch. I was hoping to find a screw that was labeled Missing Screw for the Rapunzel Magical Talking Vanity but no luck.
It’s the day after Christmas but it’s also the day before my oldest son turns 5 years old. After work I raced off to Party City for a bouquet of Scooby Doo balloons and then directly to Toys R Us before they closed to exchange one of the birthday presents I bought him that he received as a gift from someone else at yesterday’s Christmas party. I always get sentimental around the kid’s birthdays. I imagine what I was doing at this exact moment 5 years ago. I was watching a movie with my husband as I timed my contractions that were exactly 7 minutes apart. The house was quiet. There was no mess from Christmas packages torn open in excitement (after all it was just my husband and I). There were no toys to put together or directions and manuals to read. There were no trips to the store for screws or batteries. There were no squeals of delight when you switched the toy to “on” and the Magical Talking Vanity lit up and started talking to you. There were no looks of amazement as a child learned that the garbage truck he had been playing with all morning actually had a lever that lifted a motorized arm to dump the wadded up toilet paper he had been using for trash right into the back of the truck!!!
It’s the day after Christmas and I’m counting my blessings.
P.S. Congratulations Amy R on winning the 6 week Pilates class (rest assured she received her gift certificate last week)! New Prenatal and Postnatal classes are starting January 7th. Visit www.pilatesbycarrie.com for more information.
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