I thought I had some post ideas, but having failed to write them down, I've forgotten them. It's probably for the best; I bet they were ideas that were really funny at 1:30 in the morning after a few drinks with my sisters, but they might not have survived the cold light of day.
So ordinarily, I'd be getting ready to go back to work after Christmas vacation, but instead, I'm just planning for my first week of enforced leisure by making formidably long to-do lists. My children are in the bathtub, and I hear tsunami-like splashing. My husband must be soaked. I always feel sorry for children who are returning to school after Christmas vacation. The first day of school in September isn't so bad. It's a new grade, new teacher, some new friends and some old ones you haven't seen all summer. You'll miss summer in pretty short order, but the first few days of school are fun. Not so the first day after Christmas. That's just bleak. I've been gently reminding 7yo of the impending end of Christmas vacation since Friday, and I think he's accepted his fate, however reluctantly. He had a mighty fine holiday, filled with presents and friends and more presents and movies and staying up late every night, and food and drink that he normally doesn't even get to taste. My sister pointed him out to me at my mother's house on New Year's Day. My brother had handed him a Coke, and he was clutching it to his chest like he'd been in the desert for days. He'd take a sip, and his eyes would dart furtively around the room, watchful and amazed all at once. He really couldn't believe that no one was snatching the can out of his hands, and he was smart enough to stay quiet, keep the whole thing on the down low. I let him finish it, and I'm pretty sure that he thinks that I'm none the wiser. Maybe he's right; who knows what else he managed to consume at that party. But now, the return to the mundane.
4yo and I have a busy day planned tomorrow. We're going to pick out some paint and spend a gift card at the bookstore. Then I'm going to fight with our dental insurers, who have sent me notices blithely informing me that my children's last two checkups are not covered. We'll just see about that. There are many worse things than being unemployed; one in particular that I can think of is being a customer service representative with an insurance company who has to deal with me when I'm on one of my frequent crusades against The Man. Righteous indignation combined with ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD...I might have some blog ideas after all. Do stay tuned.