I love the Christmas holidays. Christmas Day is great, but I really love the week between Christmas and New Years Day. I worked in retail for a long time, so I still get a little happy thrill when I realize that I don't need to be at the store at 7 am on December 26 (I worked in retail during the pre-doorbuster days. I'm sure that there are department store employees all over the United States who'd be quite happy to work as late as 7 am on the day after Christmas, but it seemed pretty early to us at the time). My 7yo loves when I remind him, during a school vacation, exactly what he'd be doing at a particular time of day if school were in session. "Hey! It's 8:50! The bell's about to ring--except it's NOT, because there's NO SCHOOL TODAY and we're still in our pajamas! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" I'm hoping that he'll remember stuff like that when he's also remembering how often I've yelled about Legos on the floor during the past few days. I only yell when I step on them. The little effers hurt when you come down squarely on top of one in bare feet.
My sister-in-law and mother-in-law were over yesterday, and my mother-in-law brought me some Korean soaps, from a widowed friend of hers who sometimes needs my husband's help with repairs or insurance issues. The soaps smell amazing; my favorite is a lavendar-scented one called "Lavendar Happy Bath". Happy bath indeed. I love the crazy English-language names and advertising slogans for Korean products. There's a Korean bakery nearby, and although their cake is vile, the box is awesome. It reads "Shilla Bakery: It make a deep impression on your mind". It actually has made a deep impression on my mind. Now that I think about it, it's been at least three years since I've had a Shilla cake, since I always volunteer to make a cake for my mother in law's gatherings JUST TO AVOID SHILLA BAKERY CAKE, but I remember the slogan. That is some effective advertising.
As they were getting ready to leave, my sister-in-law asked if I planned to do laundry this weekend. Odd question, I thought; first, because I can't imagine a weekend that doesn't involve laundry and secondly, because what? Am I doing what this weekend? Do you need to know about my vacuuming plans, too? She looked disappointed when I told her that I'd be doing laundry, so I asked her if she needed something, and it turned out that she wanted to borrow my iron. She thought that the fact that I'd be doing laundry precluded a loan of the iron. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ooh-wee, T-Shane! Ha ha ha ha ha!
What? You don't get it? See, she thought that I iron! Like EVERY TIME I do laundry! That is some funny shit, people! Seriously, I'm cracking up all over again just thinking about it. Ironing! Hee hee hee hee hee! She called me today to see if she could keep the iron for another day. I told her she could keep it until I get a job. Ironing. Bah ha ha ha ha! (wipes a tear). OK, I'm fully recovered now. (giggle).
My children, who are permitted to stay up way late during vacations, have just summoned me to watch our favorite ever SpongeBob episode ("The Inmates of Summer". It's hilarious, trust me), so I'll be back tomorrow or the next day.
(PS--it's a bit later now. We had a vomiting emergency. Some hazmat cleanup was required. The 4yo, who was the vomiter, is fine now, and asleep.)