So I woke up at about 7:30, unable to sleep any longer. I guess that's because I'm usually up around 5 getting ready for work. Matthew and I lay in bed chatting for another half hour or so, discussing our plans for today and random things that have gone on throughout the week. Honestly, this is my favorite part of the week. Usually this what we do Sunday mornings before church; we just lay in bed, facing each other talking about anything. We don't really argue, or bicker. It's just us. We talk about what's going on, what we're thinking, and how we're dealing with stuff. Sometimes I think its the only time we can really talk rationally, without joking or breaking down.
Anyway, so not the point. We got up and I started to make donuts. Yay! I only got maybe halfway done when Matt decided it was time to open presents. Yay! :) So I turned off the oil, set the donuts far enough back on the counter that Jafar couldn't get to them, and headed to the living room. We did the stockings first, Matthew, Jafar and I. I got to admit, shopping for the dog was pretty fun (although my husband was a little annoyed with how much I got him). Then we moved on to the wrapped presents.
The whole thing probably took about ten minutes tops, because it was just the two of us. When we were finished Matthew plugged in a new Xbox game, and I finished up some of the donuts.
Fast foward a few hours, we're watching Mamma Mia (because my darling husband bought it for me) when Matthew got a phone call. I guess the two guys that were planning on coming over for dinner got their truck stuck in the snow, and whoever tried to pull them out got stuck too, so they were going to be late. I went in to the kitchen to put the ham in the oven and they ended up walking in a few minutes later.
FYI, make sure you have all the ingredients you need before you start Christmas dinner. I mistakenly used my Sour Cream last night for dinner, because we had some single guys over, and forgot I needed it for my scalloped potatoes. I tried to make potato wedges instead (they didn't turn out to great, but oh well. I don't really like potatoes anyway). Matthew also drank the rest of the milk this morning with his donuts, and I couldn't make the Chocolate cream pie I had planned for dessert. THEN I realized I had never made asparagus in my life, nor had I ever seen it made. Needless to say, panic kicked in. So while my husband was trying to console me downstairs, two guys were yelling at each other while playing Xbox. I know, you can roll your eyes. I'm in tears and someone is yelling "oh, what now? That's right, I KILLED you!"
Ok so dinner turned out OK. We didn't have dessert, and most of the potatoes are still on the tray, but the ham was great, and Carcia ate almost a whole package of rolls himself.
I guess the moral of this day is way beyond what I thought it would be. I had to remind myself during my mental breakdown in my bedroom that this might be the only Christmas I celebrate with my husband, and do I really want to waste it being upset about something out of my control? I mean, yeah, dinner wasn't the best ever, and yeah, ok dessert is kind of important on Christmas. But when I look at the bigger picture, someday we'll look back and laugh at how stupid this whole thing was. What matters is that we're both happy, safe from the crazy weather outside, and perfectly capable to live on without scalloped potatoes.
Sometimes I step back and look at myself. I'm a wife, a working woman, trying to take care of people under me, while keeping up with the laundry and cleaning and cooking. And I have to remind myself that I'm nineteen, that I'm new at this, and that my husband still loves me even if he does run out of clean socks and we don't have any flour in the cupboards.
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