Whew! We did it. We made it through the holidays. Here are our stats:
Puzzles completed: 2
Puzzle pieces chewed on by toddler: 7
Movies watched (in their entirety): 1
Movies partially-watched before toddler lost interest: 8
Exposure time required to infect visiting grandmother with Pukapalyse: 31 hours
Plates of holiday cookies baked, frosted and distributed: 4
Baked goods consumed: ∞
Trips to see the lights on Peacock Lane: 1
Biggest regret: Becoming addicted to Candy Crush (damn you Lollipop Goldenstein!)
Biggest achievement: Undecorating the tree & restoring the living room to its usual mess by 10am on New Year’s Day (amazing what one mom can do when another mom watches the toddler!)
Best moment of personal growth: Not freaking out when I couldn’t find the book I was supposed to read for the holiday party at our church’s homeless shelter on Christmas Eve. I remembered the wisdom of my dear storytelling friend, Rev. Melissa Bennett, and just told the story anyway. No one noticed.
In blog news, I just found out that someone I don’t know nominated my blog for the 2013 Best of Open Adoption Blogs. It was so cool to read that my writing is helpful to others. Lori Holden recently posted about the value of comments, and if I don’t say it often, your comments teach me so much…thank you!
This isn’t much of a blog post, so I will leave you with a new poem. This is the first poem written since I became a mama nearly 18 months ago. Please know that my glee at writing far outweighs the somber subject. It’s raw, but it’s writing. YAY!
Nothing Post-Partum About It
I do not work outside the home
What does that even mean?
That I don’t garden?
rake leaves? work for someone else?
But I do
for someone else.
The sum of my life is her orbit,
off-kilter, her blue planetary spin,
her debris in heaps encircling my feet
I have never given birth.
So maybe I just have
the ordinary blues,
like denim or jazz
Maybe I have unliberated
or refettered myself
the laundry has them
They rattle down there in the basement,
by the machines
that smell of rot,
stagnant water and
What are your holiday stats? Did you survive?