My kid is leaving tomorrow. She’s coming back in a week, but she’ll be gone. In order to maintain the proper levels of chaos, we’ll be having her brother visiting while she’s gone, so don’t worry that we’ll have some peace and quiet or anything crazy like that.
The past couple days, she’s been very sweet and loving and a little clingy. This is normal when she’s going to be gone (or after she comes back), and I cleared today to have as our Christmas. (We moved Thanksgiving, after all, why not move Christmas? We’re holiday scofflaws!)
Today, we went and did our laundry together (What? You don’t do laundry on Christmas? Huh.), then shopped for her favorite dinner (kalua pig, using a dearly departed friend Kili’s recipe). Once dinner was in the oven, we decided to pull all the two-player games out of the cupboard and start playing through them.
She kicked my butt at checkers (then I kicked hers). We played a bunch of rounds of mancala. I can’t remember who won at Scrabble.
Then we exchanged gifts. Not many, because we’re pretty broke, but she liked her jacket and her game about poo. Long story.
And then the cookies, and more games. Note the poo theme. If you have little kids, this is your friendly reminder that they will be teenagers one day.
After the cut ones, we gave up and made some round ones, and baked them only until they were soft. The kid likes soft cookies.
I’ll miss her. She’ll miss me more, because at least while I’m missing her, I get to be in my own home. She has to deal with the relatives in Mexico. I won’t really relax until she’s back here with me.
Hold each other tight, dear ones.