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Reason To Live Friday #27- We survived Christmas

Okay, we did more than survive it. We sucked the life out of it and showed it who’s boss. Well, really, I just ate too much, drank a little too much and have become a vegetative shell of a human.

This is why bears hibernate during the winter. I don’t think mammals are programmed for much activity once the Winter Solstice kicks in. I’ve been sleeping in and so have the children, except Christmas morning- when Owen came in my room, “It’s 6:04 mom. You said we could get up at 6:00.”  Sure kid, Merry Christmas to you too.

I’ve been eating every carb in sight. This might not be new for you either. Cinnamon bread, scones, and coffee. You’d think I’d have more energy with the amount of coffee and sugar I am consuming. Far from it. I seem to just plan my day around which warm, caffeinated beverage I will have next. What creamer or syrup will it be this time? Gingerbread, pumpkin? Hazelnut? Coconut?

My waistline is starting to resemble Augustus Gloop’s mother’s. It’s starting to form into a tire shape with it’s own treads.

But enough complaining. We had a blast. The kids enjoyed their stuff. They were even (gasp) nice to each other and to us. I shall share with you a Christmas photo montage of our fabulous holiday.

Here goes-


But wait, there’s more. My best gift, aside from the Lululemon jacket McSweetie got me, or even the spending $$ my MIL got me, Emma wrote me a ‘vignette’. I writing assignment in Language Arts class that pretty much can have any content, no plot line and not even complete sentences. Sounds like my blog doesn’t it? Anyway- it went something like this-

“Mama is proud of me when I am performing, tears trickle down Mama’s face. Salty hot tears of joy swell up in her eyes. Those eyes that are forests. Forests in autumn when the leaves start to change, crisp, yellow. Mama’s eyes are a burst of all those trees changing, changing, changing. Mama is beautiful.”

Okay that’s all I can type until I start with my own hot salty tears again down my face.

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday!

Here’s to the New Year!

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  1. Oooh, love the hot salty tears. I’m hibernating too. I get ya.

  2. I feel you on the hibernating especially today withe migraine I am sporting and just can’t stop eating everything in sight!! Happy New Year to you, too!!

  3. I see you in Owen’s picture, lurking behind the tree in your sexy flannel nightgown. So hot. Hot like salty tears.

    Looks like you guys had an awesome Christmas. Hope you have a happy and healthy New Year as well!!!

  4. Kathy at kissing the frog says:

    Sounds like a lovely holiday. I wish my boys would want to hibernate or at least sleep in longer than 6 a.m. I guess someday when they are teenagers I’ll be bitching at them to get out of bed.

  5. Love the pogo stick montage. AND, looks like you have a writer on your hands. Long live the writer’s words. So happy you had a happy, Christmas and I LOVE the Mrs. Gloop reference. There’s no earthly way of knowing, just when my waist will stop growing…

  6. Christopher Tipper says:

    I know I’m a little late to this party. As I’ve been hibernating and focusing on what sweet to eat next, I’m a little behind on my reading! I’m glad I’m not the only one with the warm beverage fetish. And talking about warm things – wifey got out the full electric blanket upon my recent return from the Pacific Northwet. Yeah! This year I’m leaving it on all night. I’m surprised I’ve been able to get out of bed at all.

    The one thing that has improved since New Year’s Day is I’m lying less to myfitnesspal. I know it’s lame that I feel I have to lie to an iPhone app, but there it is. I’ll be telling it more of the truth as we leave the holidays in the rear view.

    Before that happens, I think I’m going to go find something warm to drink and find some of the holiday cookies still lurking around the office. Yes. They’ve not all been eaten yet.