If it ain’t broke…

It ain’t ours.

Do you all know the movie ‘Cars’, at the end of the first race, where Lightning McQueen had blown all four tires and just barely finished the race with his tongue? Or how the Millenium Falcon kept dropping shit off of it, until Han Solo just piloted that baby in for a landing?

Yeah, Christmas was like that.

I didn’t really blog about it, because we were, well, DEALING with it, but as C-day was rapidly approaching, uhm, everything broke–the mixmaster was sort of a scratch on the surface. In addition we had Mate’s car, the sink, the bank account and my back–which was thrown out on Saturday (probably from hunching over my desk too much while my body just got bigger from stress eating).

We powered through–Mate spent most of Christmas Eve morning trying to fix the plumbing (it’s still a no-go) but eventually we just piled into the crap-mobile and went to my parents for Christmas Eve and then to my mom’s family for Christmas day, and the holidays were wonderful–the kids got everything they wanted (although even mom had to admit that Santa overdid T’s yearly dose of sweaters, socks and underwear. What can I say? IT WAS THE ONLY THING ON HIS LIST that he didn’t already get for his birthday!!!) And most excitingly, Santa got the family a Wii. I myself was surprised by this purchase (see some of those things that are broke) but what can I say? Santa lost his mind, and the kids were THRILLED. (And, let’s face it, the family Wii more than made up for the total lameness of T’s other gifts. It was somewhat vindicating.) My back was almost normal yesterday, and, well, Mate is taking the car in this morning. After I go to the store for milk and top ramen, which is all we’ll be able to eat until January 1st. The good news is, we got enough movie gift certificates for Christmas to ensure some fun between now and then, and our dvd collection (already pretty large) was increased by a goodly amount, so we have things to do while we’re huddling in the house, hoping the foundation doesn’t crack.

We did get some pictures, which was nice, and if I can load one pic, it’s going to be the one of Ladybug in the dress that mama gave her. I didn’t do this with Chicken–I would buy the pretty velveteen dress, and take pictures of her in it, but I wouldn’t put it on to wear. Then I met a friend who just let her kid wear the pretty velveteen dress all the freakin’ time. And it hit me–it’s sort of like a toy. I mean, the kid loves it, it makes her happy, why not let her play with it? Or spill crap on it and stuff? Anyway, blogger’s being slow and I’ve got to go buy food for the masses, but you WILL see my pretty pretty princess in her black velveteen dress with the petal pink skirt if I have to actually learn how to use my computer to get it to you!!! (And eventually, as Goddess is my witness, I will get to watch all of Howl’s Moving Castle with Chicken. It’s become her own moral imperative.)

Anyway, it’s funny–things are still broke, our bank account’s still dry, but my children are happy and so am I. Christmas–you can’t stop it, you might as well ride the wave.