To this day, even though my kids are older, I don’t understand why people spend so much on their children for Christmas gifts. And all this talk of how times are tight and yet, we are off and running at 4 PM on Thanksgiving day to go break the bank. No, I don’t get that. And if you are talking about expensive gifts, neither do my kids. Still.
So when I hear parents start to complain about the bills, I have no sympathy. Why would you spend what you can’t afford? Seems like simple math to me. Why would you want to teach your kids that it is okay to live beyond your budget? When did the word “budget” become a dirty word? Seems like some people assume that all people are born to be rolling in the dough and living the life of excess. I live on a budget. I feel no shame for it.
So am I “mean” for limiting my spending to about $75 per child. If I am, like I was just told I was, so what? Things like Wiis, iPads and Smart Phones are not little things and one should feel some pain when they get one or one will never learn to value a dollar. If they need those things (which they don’t, they want them) they can get a job. That is how you learn the value of a dollar – when you have to work for it. It doesn’t happen when it’s given away at no cost.
I prefer Mrs. Balanced Bank Account.
Mine did until I went looking for a plugin to fix this droop on my sidebar. I got something for now but it doesn’t list the numbers of posts or ring any bells and whistles, so I am still on the hunt.
Ah, if it were just as easy to fix some other droopy things…
But onward to make more items to archive on my blog. (Don’t think I have the nerve for the type of cosmetic enhancements these ladies opted for.)
Picked my son up at school and found out my daughter passed the second of four tests required for her CPA exam. This will truly be a good Thanksgiving in that regard because if she would not have passed, well. It wouldn’t have been pretty. Maybe there is a God.
Son has a full Jesus beard. I scheduled an electrolysis appointment for myself for this afternoon so there will be no mistaking us over the candle light at dinner.
Daughter #1 will be home later today, complete with her cat that she can’t seem to be able to leave alone. I shudder to think about the overprotective genes I passed on to her, and how they will exhibit themselves when she has a human child.
Today, in addition to my hair removal experience, I plan to be/look very busy so they will clean the house for me. The only downside to that is how much I will hear about the size of the cobwebs, thickness of dust, degree of bathtub scum incrustation, etc. Perhaps my busyness should involve trips to the store?
Happy Thanksgiving to all and may my turkey be all defrosted when it’s time to take the innards out of the cavity. Can anyone tell me why in the heck they put them in there? Does anyone use them for anything anymore?
“A woman voting for divorce is like a turkey voting for Christmas.” ~ Alice Glynn
And I am happy about it. We always have a lot of fun and the best part is that people, my guests, think that I am so hard-working for doing this. But I am not. I only do the turkey, stuffing and green bean casserole and everyone else does the rest.
That is key. Everyone else does the rest. It’s a shared responsibility, which makes it easier for all of us really. The only down side is that people like their leftovers and often there aren’t many with 20 people over. I decided to cook up some turkey breasts before the actual dinner and give that away to help ease the fear of having no leftover turkey the day after. I was thinking about adding Christmas gift tags to the little care packages but I decided against it. Probably on the tacky side. Yeah.
But something has made me a bit sad about the day, and that is hearing that Walmart will be open on Thanksgiving evening for people to begin their shopping early for Black Friday. What? That leaves no time at all for talking and laughing around the table, relaxing with a drink watching the game or catching up on a few z’s with all that tryptophan in your bloodstream. It’s really rather awful that people would leave their family gathering to shop and at Walmart, no loss. I don’t care if some people think I am off about this, but just when are you supposed to bond over food with family and friends/relatives? Bonding takes time (and lots of food needs to be passed around) and if you are off on a quick escape to Walmart, you lose out. And so does the whole family.
It’s all about the dinner table. No one talks about it anymore, but it used to be the place to all get on the same page. Plans, ideas and minds were shaped around meals, but we are in too much of a hurry to get more stuff.
It’s often the little things that matter and I fear this little thing, spending time with your family, has become a thing of the past. People always ask me how I raised nice kids. I spent time with them – my own inconvenient truth.
The only regret is that now I will have to clean my house, and the dust kittens have had their own litters all over the place.
Even my kids, who LOVE Christmas, agree that is a bit much. We were riding home from Christmas shopping and saw through a window, a Christmas tree up and decorated on November 10. Sorry but that is crazy, and that is coming from someone who loves the whole season.
While I love Christmas because everyone is home, and warm and happy, I think that Thanksgiving is a close second. If you begin celebrating Christmas before that, it takes away from the only holiday that is strictly about giving thanks. There are no gifts given but those from the heart (and to the stomach). Why dilute it?
Obviously, this household did not have any young children living in it to become crazed and excitable at the sight of a decorated tree for such a prolonged period of time. I couldn’t even use pine cleaner at my house for years for the same reason. Mass hysteria.
And besides that, if you start that early, your tree turns into a dry, crumbly mess that drops brown needles from a simple breeze when you walk by that are hard to vacuum up. And I am all about making housekeeping easier. Just ask the pine needles from last year still stuck in my rug.
“The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.” ~ Burton Hills
The sounds coming from my second floor bathroom are pretty common. Lots of bubbling, gurgling, and an occasional squeak. A few years ago that would have been from the kids, but today it is from the fifteen gallons of wine fermenting in my new wine cellar that is upstairs. In the bathroom no less.
Yes, the kids brought home a science project for adults and just like the old days, left it for mom to finish while they one went on a trip and the other back to work.
So my brother calls and asks if I can watch his two young daughters and all I can think of is giving them a bath straddling the three huge containers of fermenting wine juice. And what will they tell the teacher about their weekend?
Not only do I have to watch the cat, now I have wine duty. And both of the girls already checked in on the wine to make sure that I had correctly followed the directions for the next step. Newsflash. It is not rocket science, more like baking as you measure yeast and stir. I think I can handle it.
They asked if I would make them labels for their bottles and I was to come up with the name. Oh that is my specialty. Vino di Flush. Chateau Potty. Nature Calls. In the Drink. Ripe Wipe. Niagara Trickle. Back ‘o Noir. I could go on all night.
“We will serve no wine before it’s time.” Orson Wells