Today is the day.
Seven years ago, Red, my first child was born. She was due January 1st, but came a few weeks early. So we got that tax write off for that year. Tonight, my mother is hosting her birthday dinner with Blue, myself and a friend of the family who we haven’t seen in a while. I don’t have to do a frickin’ thing. For the first time in months, I am not the one doing it all. I just show up. My mother is even making the cake. Oh wait, I have to bring some hummus for the cut up veggies. Eaaasy.
After dropping the kids off at school this morning, I will drive south towards Boston and stop at Starbucks half way there, the closest Starbucks to where I live (in some places, they are on every corner, in others, they are non-existent). There, I will buy a HUGE peppermint latte and some biscotti and sit with some magazines that are accumulating in my house and read and indulge a little.
Around 11 I will continue on South to my doctor’s office and have another colposcopy, which would be the pap smear that never ends…and all that womanly stuff. I don’t particularly want to talk about it at the moment but felt I needed to mention it, since it is happening today.
I am not sure how I will feel, but the last time the bleeding afterwards was annoying and the cramping was not my favorite thing for a few days. I am stocked up on Advil and a heating pad is ready.
The other day, my sister called in the morning. I had dropped off Blue and Red at their respective schools and went home for the morning. For the first time in a while, I had nothing I needed to do (except maybe clean, but I have been spot cleaning for the last two weeks and will do a thorough cleaning next week after the tree gets thrown out the door and the decorations get packed away…I’ll even do baseboards. I’ll even get down on my hands and knees to scrub the kitchen floor. But not the other day, when I had nothing else I felt I HAD to do.
So, my sister called and she says “Did I get you in the middle of something?”
And I said, “I’m just sitting here drinking my cappuccino, watching “Without a Trace” off the Tivo and browsing the newspaper.”
And she laughed and said, “if only more people would do that sort of thing!”
I can’t wait for January.
I mean, I have to prepare my taxes, start the new paintings that I have in my head and work on a greater marketing plan of a product I designed (and sell to retailers and yacht clubs)…but at least my holiday work is done, birthdays and holiday festivities are over, the house will be clean…but the chaos of December will be over.
And I can spend a morning on occasion, doing jack shit.