It’s a bloggy tradition — the unsent holiday letter!
Dear friends and family,
If you’re in the mood for something really ho-ho-ho and fa-la-la, you should probably just go ahead and recycle this and move on to the next envelope in your stack. Because really, what good can I say about a year that started with (a) a dead baby and ended with (b) a 6-week-long (and counting) migraine?
When I wasn’t crying about (a) or (b), I was putting on a chipper face and working on my fitness site and other freelance projects. I learned that three days of child care during the summer months was not exactly sufficient, and also that attempting to work during a vacation at my parents’ house was a lousy idea. Yep, I am blessed to work for myself and from home but I am also here to tell you it isn’t always a picnic.
Jeff weathered some pretty big storms at work and came out on top. He also decided to take my attempts at Shredding and raise them, to the tune of a 50-lb.-plus weight loss. I am super-proud of him. However, I believe I deserve half the credit due to the volume of laundry his workouts generate.
Jo was on-trend this year. She grew a pretty impressive set of vampire fangs thanks to the loss of several baby teeth. She made amazing progress in reading, swimming, ice skating and watching every episode of “iCarly” ever shown on Nickelodeon (multiple times).
Opie? Well let’s just say his biggest accomplishment of this year involves tighty whities and leave it at that. He has also developed an unpleasant obsession with the phrase “punch your booty.” He’ll totally be ready for kindergarten in the fall!
Our dog Folly is still with us, trying to protect us from the mailman and the puppy next door. The kids are still waiting for her to die so they can get a kitten.
Bah humbug,
Mayberry Mom
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Indeed. The only good thing I can say about 2009 is IT’S ALMOST OVER.
May 2010 be a year of laughter! (Not hysterical laughter. I think I need to specify that. HAPPY laughter. JOLLY laughter. Hear that, universe?)
1. WTF? F has an obsession with ‘smack your butt’. As in: Q: What do you want for breakfast? A: I want to smack your butt. Ad nauseum.
2. Tightie whities are a big deal. Just ask Tom Cruise.
3. Jo could not BE more on point with the whole vampire look.
4. At least half the credit. More laundry is one thing, but stinky, sweaty, work out laundry is something else. Maybee that is the secret cause of your migraines and you need to stop doing it for awhile? Just to disprove the theory?
Ho Ho Ho!
I secretly love getting the holiday letters, so I can mock them. Well, one of them. And I think I’m off of her list, which is kind of a bummer…
Is it really wrong that I loved this letter?
(BTW, how did I miss Jeff’s weight loss?! Congrats to him, and a zillion lashes to me for being a lousy friend in yet one more respect.)
My oldest is waiting for our cat to die so she can get a dog…or a hamster…or a rabbit. Apparently anything but the pet we have.
I. love. this. -Christine
We’ll be entering K in the fall, too. With an unhealthy obsession regarding where things are plugged in, I’m sure my son will dismantle the school’s computer and lighting systems in no time.
Did you see the skit on Jay Leno with the song about the holiday letter? It feels spammy to paste a URL in here, but it was pretty cute. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZRh9QmUdnE
Let’s hear it for punching booties and wishing away pets’ lives and losing 50 pounds and, yeah, even iCarly!
I’m with you on wanting 2009 to go away. It wasn’t as bad as 2008 for me, but it still hasn’t been a stellar year. Love your letter!
Here’s hoping 2010 is better for everyone!
My colleague’s children are waiting for the cat to die so that they can get a dog. The grass is always greener . . .
I loved your letter too. Wish I could send one like that to my relatives! Well the one good thing you can say about this year is that you survived. I think to just make it through and still be humorous and thoughtful is reason to give yourself a pat on the back and hope the next year will be better!
That dratted migraine… so sorry… and hoping you have kicked it by now.
Merry Christmas…. may 2010 be a happier year.