My brain doesn’t really feel like putting together a full post. I do have some things to say though, so we are going to do this bullet point style.
-My sweet little kidlet is turning thirteen on Sunday. Thirteen! I’m going to have to stop calling her kidlet soon (never going to stop calling her girl-butt though). We will celebrate that morning with a fancy breakfast at a swanky hotel – a new tradition, this is just our second year, but we all had a blast last time. And then I’m opening up my house on Sunday night to an obscene amount of children (obscene for my 1400 sq. ft. at least). If I don’t make it to work on Monday, someone send help.
-Hidden special needs parenting expense = so many people to buy for at Christmas! I purchased nine Starbuck’s gift cards for his teacher, classroom aids, bus driver, bus aid, and therapists (and made it an even ten once I included our mail carrier, she likes Starbucks). Whew! All of these people are a blessing in the little man’s life, so I’m happy to do it . . . but dang! It is quite an increase over his preschool where we were able to just bake a basket of goodies for everyone.
-I’m writing this on Wednesday evening. I’m still sick. And still bitching about it. Let’s hope I’m not still coughing by the time you are reading this.
-Related to that. I had planned to make mini Bundt cakes for just about everyone I know this holiday season. I even bought a special mini Bundt cake pan from Nordic Ware – they have the best designs. But at this rate, I’m not going to make it. Obviously I haven’t started cooking because I don’t want to give the gift of my germs. If I recover by this weekend I might be able to make some for my department at work. It might be a lost cause though. The Bundt pan will have to wait until next year. Spellcheck informed me I needed to capitalize “Bundt,” so I googled it. Turns out Bundt is a trademarked term from Nordic Ware. [Bonus points if all this talk about Bundt cakes made you think of My Big Fat Greek Wedding.]
-I had to attend a meeting and give a presentation outside of regular working hours this week. Instead of taking an afternoon off to compensate, I’ve been leaving a little bit early every single day. It is lovely. I’m going to regret it next week when 5pm seems unreasonably late.
-Despite my lack of Christmas cheer, I did manage to participate in one of my favorite – and oldest – traditions . . . shopping for a child from the Salvation Army’s Angel Tree. This is a pretty important tradition for me. We did it every year growing up, even when we could barely afford it, and it has been a goal to pass that value on to my daughter. If you can spare some, use it to help others. We ended up with a one-year-old little girl this year. I don’t usually choose a kid so young as I feel like they are the easiest to shop for. I like to pick someone who might otherwise be overlooked. This particular little girl needed a high chair though and it just hurt my little heart. She is getting her high chair this year, along with some learning toys, books, new clothes, and a coat, but the shopping really upset me. The cheapest high chair they had at Wal-Mart was $35. Its no wonder they can’t afford one! $35 is a big expense on minimum wage, even more so if you are in a profession dependent on tips. We wouldn’t have been able to afford that when our daughter was first born – it was only through the support of family that she never had to go without during those first years. ::sigh:: I don’t want to go on and on about it, but it just pissed me off. How are people supposed to provide for their families?
-My hair is now highlighted with a brilliant purple. I absolutely love it – the best color I’ve done so far, for sure. Sometimes the purple hair falls into my eyes a little and momentarily unnerves me. I’m not used to something that bright on my head. I do feel a little silly though, truth be told.