i'm sorry if this makes you jealous
On Friday night, I was in bed with a glass of eggnog by 8:32 pm, reading a memoir about opening a restaurant. Lest you think I'm dull, I drank my eggnog in a goblet. See? Unending charm and grace around these parts.
On Saturday, we put up the Christmas tree (son of a nutcracker, is Christmas all she's going to be talking about for the next month?)(It is, guys. It is). I had been looking forward to Saturday all week so I could decorate. I had planned on watching Elf while untangling my felt ball garland, but I watched You've Got Mail instead. DID YOU KNOW IT'S ON NETFLIX? I didn't, and when I saw it I nearly stopped breathing and hit play so fast you'd think I had a gun to my head. As soon as it was over, I nearly watched it all over again (maybe I put it back on as I'm writing this). It's just so good. But I peeled myself away from the Christmas decorations and went to Target to grab my dad a birthday card. I walked out 45 minutes later with baby socks (the tiniest!), cookie cutters, and a decaf peppermint mocha. I came back and put on The Holiday and finished decorating. It's possible I topped off the night with Sleepless in Seattle. It's also possible that James loves it more than I do.
On Sunday, we watched HGTV reruns, drank hot chocolate, and I cried, because there are these things called hormones that are swarming through my body in illegal doses and constantly threatening to ruin my life at the drop of a hat. But James found some candles in the back of the coat closet that I had forgotten about, and that momentarily soothed me. I went to bed at 9:30 and dreamed I was in WWII and shooting guns out of a plane over the South Pacific.
What? Someone had to do it.
Tonight, I slipped on my flannel pajama pants and made soup and garlic bread. Times like these I think: 4 months from now I'll have a baby. However will I manage to tame my party girl ways in time?
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a new book to crack open.