Is anyone else suffering from a “holiday hangover”–and not due to alcoholic beverages (for once, I know, right!?) It’s the day after Christmas and I’m so tired I just can’t even today. I’m protesting the dishes in the sink by sitting on the couch, luke warm coffee in hand, obligatory flannel robe tied tight, wondering why my living room still looks like Santa and his elves had a little too much fun in the workshop (if you know what I mean). More importantly, who the hell is going to clean this all up? Oh, yeah…never mind. Sigh.
I’ll get to that later…maybe.
As I sit here, dodging my “chores”, I can’t help but reflect on the last couple of days; I call it…Christmas with a two year old. Sure, the food is yummy, the presents are all wrapped nicely, the coffee is hot, the Rumchata is cold and damn delicious! You bust your butt running around from store to store, spending money you don’t have, arguing with people you don’t know, for a sale you really want–all to make Christmas morning perfect as can be–and you know what? Our Christmas morning turned out absolutely perfect here in the Repiscak abode: well, if “perfect Christmas morning” is synonymous with “the kids can give two shits about their presents and would rather throw the new toys across the room to watch reruns of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse while demanding a candy cane at 7am”…well then, it was perfect! I totally expected this indifferent attitude from our 6month old. I mean, I can’t blame someone with no teeth, gallons of drool, and rug burned knees to be remotely interested in anything other than eating the wrapping paper. But my 2.5 year old? I guess the picture in my head of her skipping around with her new stuffed animal friends, sitting quietly playing Minnie Mouse Shopping Mall for more than 2 minutes was a huge misconception.
Here’s six things I learned from Christmas with my two year old:
- Whatever new thing you carefully label as, “this is the one, she is gonna LOVE this!”–is going to be the one she cares the least about. Ella absolutely loves Toy Story and Monsters Inc., everyday it’s, ‘wanna watch Buzz Jessie’ and she squealed in delight every time she would see them at the store. Being the great parents we are, we got her the Jessie, Bullseye, Sully, and Mike Wazowski stuffed animals. Noel and I were beyond excited for her to see them, too bad she wasn’t. After the initial inspection and “Ooooh” they were thrown to God knows where, and I haven’t seen ’em since.
- The night before Santa’s big delivery will never go as you planned. Ella decided two days before Christmas that she hates everything about her room; her crib, her toddler bed, the pictures on the wall, the sound machine, the wall color, etc. Due to this recent protest, she has set up shop on the living room floor. Well…how is Santa supposed to sneak in and deliver presents around the tree? He simply can’t because my child is the type to wake up at the sound of a fart at the other end of the house, and has made midnight her new bedtime {‘it’s just a phase, it’s just a phase’} Since I’m trying to pick my battles lately, we all woke up on Christmas with an empty tree. Don’t worry we had presents after I dragged them all out of the bedroom in plastic bags and forced her to actually open them. I was thinking up an excuse, worried she would wonder why the gifts weren’t under the tree…good thing she didn’t really give two shits about anything that day in general, no excuse needed. Thumbs up!
- Any pictures you try and take will be met with record shattering tantrums and bribery. All you want to do is capture these precious moments. This includes, but is not limited to; not smiling for any pictures, throwing a gargantuan fit when forced to take just one picture, to then only smile half heartedly when a candy cane is used as a bribe for taking that picture. I mean honestly, the one shot I have of Ella and her brother in matching Christmas Mickey pj’s (another let down) was only taken thanks to a little bit of ‘mom tone’ and the desperate promise of a candy cane on the other end. All day at the request of her to smile, her response was a cheerful, ‘NO! I don’t wanna cheese’, with an extra serving of ‘side eye’.
- Any and all holiday gatherings you attend, said two year old will seize the opportunity to be on their ‘best’ worst behavior. House hoppin’ was what we did on Christmas Eve; three different houses in six
short,very long hours. This is the root of my exhaustion. Practically living out of a diaper bag for two kids for six hours is a true test of patience and sanity [spoiler alert: I failed that test]. Ella was already losing steam at the second house, so I just knew what she had in store for us at the last, and like the old saying goes, ‘mother knows best’: she didn’t fail to deliver. In summary, our final stop ended with a wrestling match in the bathroom trying to get Ella’s pajamas on. Big Mama versus Tiny Tornado, it was epic! For just 28 pounds, she really gave me a run for my money. Sweating, silently cursing the whole holiday, screaming, and kicking; that was all easy in comparison to having to then muster up my smile to face everyone upon my exit, pretending I didn’t just wrestle an alligator in their bathroom. - If your marriage can survive the assembling of toys on this day, you’re going to make it. Am I the only one who thinks toys nowadays are just impossibly hard to breech? Does Barbie really need to be held in place using 10 zip ties, 15 rubber bands, a whole roll of tape, and an impenetrable plastic box ? No. No she does not. Come on, Mattel, quit playin’! Nobody wins when it takes 15 minutes to free this damn doll from a vice grip when a toddler is breathing down your neck. Don’t even get me started on trying to open and assemble anything with your husband in the same room. It goes something like: “retcha fretcha <expletive>… where’s the scissors!?…I give up!..this is impossible…Oh, wait I think I got it…<expletive>–Finally!” Yep, piece of cake [eye roll]. Then we all smiled and ate bacon. We love bacon.
- Despite numbers one through five, at the end of the night, everything is okay. Sure, the day wasn’t perfect and most things didn’t go as you truly expected and that’s okay. It’s okay because she is only two and a half, and if we’re being honest, I’m sure I was the same way…I mean she definitely is her mother’s daughter. It’s okay because I know we as parents did everything we could to give her more than she needed and everything she didn’t. At the end of the night, even though it was now midnight and Ella insisted on sleeping in the living room again, her good night hug and tiny voice saying, “Merry Christmas, Mama” made everything okay. It’s now another memory.
Happy New Year, folks!