That’s what I’ve dubbed it this year. I think we can all identify with the feeling that Christmas (and time in general) seems to go faster each year, but this year was really insane.
It started with me planning to go meet my family in Atlanta to help my middle sis move house. I tried to get out on Friday, thwarted by everyone and their brother trying to get out of DC before the storm. I sat through 4 departures without getting a seat, was so tired (having received an awful phone call at 2:30 am with the news that a dear friend’s mother has been diagnosed with advanced ovarian cancer) that I went home for a nap, then went BACK to the airport at 4pm to try again. And failed.
Then the snow came, and Saturday was spent snowed in (albeit with a lovely little fire). Sunday all luck was on my side. (With cars snowed in, metro and buses mostly shut down, getting a cab to the airport was literally like winning the lottery. I should have bought a ticket, come to mention it.) I finally made it to Atlanta via Chicago at about 9:30 pm. Whoopee! Just in time for the last boxes to be unloaded at the house.
The next day we were supposed to all drive to NC, but when it was 4pm and we were nowhere near ready to leave as a group, we decided to go on Tuesday. And as traveling with a baby doubles to amount of time anything takes, there went Tuesday. Wednesday I was supposed to fly back up to DC to help hubby drive down, but with all this – plus a head cold that had me plugged up from head to toe – that just wasn’t happening. His rental car was snowed in and when he finally got one, he moved 36 miles in the first 4 hours. Poor thing. He arrived at 12:30 am; brother-in-law arrived Christmas Eve afternoon. Then came Christmas, then Boxing Day was a tour around the state from family friend home to family friend home. Return at 11 pm. Sunday was the drive home.
Cue Benny Hill theme.
The upside of me getting ill was that it’s preferrable to having to work over Christmas, and the upside of all the madness is that the family was all together. Despite the cliché of tense family Christmases, I love these gatherings. Our family is small and when we’re together, it’s 90% just sitting around, cutting up and giggling. I can’t think of anything better than a family that makes me laugh. So the Benny Hill theme is appropriate after all.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone!