This year, Boxing Day might be my favorite holiday. (It always creeped me out before, hearing the inaccurate history of the day as based in a tradition of boxing children’s ears so they’d remember the day. Terrible. And, as I said, inaccurate. Sticks with you, though.)
Christmas was delightful. Morning at home in a slow frenzy of buckwheat pancakes, unwrapping, and play. Afternoon with family. And evening with more family, pausing, as we chased after a Tasmanian Devil toddler, to chat with dear people we haven’t seen in longer than we’d like. Kids were wiped and went to sleep easily.
Today, though, was heaven. The kids had enough newness in the living room that they played without tormenting each other. The bigger one was so involved in projects that he didn’t scream when the little one drew near. The little one had so many things to investigate that he didn’t tail the bigger one. And they both left me alone to do my thing: cooking and Internonsense. When they wanted me, it was for play. And it was every 10 minutes instead of every single minute of thirteen straight hours.
I didn’t even care that the toddler didn’t nap.
The day went by at regular pace, a shocking rarity in life with two small, energetic, opinionated, frenetic little destructive forces.
Regular pace. Like, recognizable as an actual day. Not sped up in hyperdrive, nor tortuously slow. No freakish stops and starts, the likes of which dominate my at-the-whims-of-everyone-else life.
I barely knew what to do with myself.
Mmmmmmm. Regular speed. It’s been years, but you feel like home.
Sounds like a perfect day. Glad you got to experience regular speed again. Don’t get too used to it though. ;-)
Huzzah! My kids are doing the same thing right now…and it’s quiet…momentarily…
Though since they’re older, we do get that more often…and you will, too! Soon, soon.
um, speaking of glitter. the bunny glitter bombed me. sooooooooo dead. I tried so hard to keep the glitter out of it, but nope, the bunny went there. I need some ammo, nappers.
I am all settled in. everything is unpacked and hooked up and put away, I’m exhausted. Hope the nuts are still quietly roasting themselves. happy new year. hugs.