Guess I woke up in a bad mood yesterday. I just read my last posting and all I can say is…sorry. That’s no way to start the year. Besides, I had just woken up when I wrote that. The day (and therefore the year?) got better. In spite of my cringing when I heard my kids stirring upstairs, they actually came down…smiling. You heard me. They both gave me a hug, wished me a Happy New Year, laughed at my shocked expression and then considerately left me alone for the rest of the day. Haven’t seen them since. They’re upstairs sleeping. I think.
The rest of the day? Ate some fun junk food, watched the Rose Bowl (sorry, Wisconsin fans), saw a great movie, “The King’s Speech” (my sharp neighbor thought it was “The King’s Peach” – I’m not kidding. Ucchh.), ate some leftover Chinese food. Great New Year’s Day after a rough beginning. Again…sorry.
Today is Sunday. The last regular season Football Sunday. I’m excited. My Jets snuck in, but my erratic Giants have to win and I think every other team has to lose for them to get in. Not looking good.
But what today really is, is the last day of my kids’ Christmas break. NOOOO! (that was them). YAAYYYYY!!! (that was me and my wife and my dog). Look, there have been some nice moments. I’m pretty sure. It’s been relaxing not having to make lunches in the morning, less sports to drive them to, etc. But it’s just been way too much togetherness. It’s not natural. Not at this stage of our lives.
So when glorious Monday arrives tomorrow, we’ll say our surly, mumbled good mornings, then our surlier, mumbled goodbyes, and we’ll go our separate ways. And all will be right in the world once again.
And no matter what potential catastrophe awaits me at work, I can’t wait to get there. I may even say out loud my constant inner mantra: “Thank god it’s Monday.” Right now I’m feeling good about 2011. But of course that can change once my kids wake up. If they’re even here.