Day 211...Chocolate Therapy

So I've started this post a few times but just keep pecking at the backspace key because it all sounds so cliche' in that December venting kind of way. Like there's so much to do and I can't keep up and oh how I'd love to shut the phones off, call in sick to work, watch a movie and knock off a batch of sugar cookies. But that doesn't distinguish me from any other woman on the earth right now. Hence the backspace.

I tried writing about something else but accidentally hit Caps Lock and, by the time I realized it, it was a nice long paragraph. A paragraph that looked like I was shouting. "We had an interesting day" comes off as really in-your-face when you write it WE HAD AN INTERESTING DAY! So I deleted that too.

So now I'm back to where I started.  Bodie and McCall are singing "Old McFarmer" in the background, and no I just don't have the heart to tell them its actually "Old McDonald".  Just a post about the crazy radomness that is December.

I was kinda feeling overwhelmed--the kitchen is shot and the laundry is heaping, presents aren't wrapped, husband is leaving on his vacation (to Las Vegas, don't ask :) )...but then Rhys's occupational therapists came over today to help us with some feeding issues.  We had fun.  Lot's of messy, learnin' fun!

He played and ate, making a HUGE mess along the way.  Then the therapist said, "Wow thank you for being so open to trying this.  I know its messy, but it teaches so much." And I thought....why wouldn't I be open to this.  He is having fun, and eating chocolate pudding.  Isn't that what December is all about?  Eating and chocolate? (...OK maybe some other things too.)
And maybe this sounds all unicorns-and-rainbows, and yes it sucks that I even have to preface this with that statement...but, really, does stopping to realize just how much you love chocalte pudding squished between tiny fingers have to be cliche'?
I love that making Christmas meaningful is a lot of freaking work.  But somewhere between staying up to stuff a stocking and slopping frosting over a Christmas cookie...somewhere between all of it, you feel this rush of "this feels good." And it's worth it. It's worth it because your kids are laughing and you're trying to hide your own smile and it's so not glossy or magazine worthy but because of that very fact...it is.
 
My heart is happy. Busy and overwhelmed at times. Frustrated and a bit sad once in a great while. But, most of the time...it clocks out content. And for that, I am grateful.