There are some weekends that are ending just as soon as they started.
They involve fabulous nights at the Cathedral Basilica while your ears are amused by a children’s choir, an adult choir, handbells (which sound much better than they did last year), a mini-orchestra peppered with a few trumpets and of course, my favorite percussion instrument ever: the Timpani. There’s a pat on the back for yourself as you tread into a territory (this particular concert, perhaps) that you went only as a duo and never as an uno. Slowly but surely you don’t feel quite so lost at sea.
These weekends involve assisting your 85 year-old Gram out of the church and laughing about the old man who offered her gum when she asked him if he had enough room.
Occasionally these weekends involve staying up until 1 am watching Chri-Cheesy(see origin of the word here) movies like The Perfect Holiday and maybe a few episodes of The Nanny because while it’s totally obnoxious it makes you laugh and sometimes you really need to laugh. It may also involve a late night gchat with this lovely lady and excessive amounts of squeeing over Vegas 2010.
The days are consumed with baking an insane amount of cookies like Oatmeal Peppermint cookies, traditional chocolate chip cookies, Peppermint fudge, Holiday Rice Krispie treats and Chocolate Covered Pretzels with one of your best friends.
Evenings are spent as the Event Planner for your parents’ holiday party, last minute-cleaning and decorating, food prep and making sure the parents are ready for their Couples Holiday Party. Blue Moons are consumed at a local restaurant with a friend, someone you used to (gasp!) baby-sit but now have enough in common to enjoy a few drinks and appetizers while discussing how complicated dating and relationships can be and pondering the idea of marriage being a generational concept and how we fear our generation of men may not be up to the task.
The Lazy Sunday is spent finishing up Christmas cards, purchasing the “slouchy boots,” that you’ve wanted for ages, a yummy breakfast prepared by your dad, walks in the c-o-l-d with the dog, Christmas decorating and holiday merriment, talking to your brother and getting so excited for him to come during the holiday season. Part of the day is spent ignoring the nagging, empty feeling left in your heart but you take a deep breath and move forward, at least for the moment. The snow will begin to fall from the sky and for just a moment you’ll feel like little kid, hoping for a snow day, or at least a lovely blanket of white until the adult steps in and reminds you that the commute will be awful in a winter wonderland. Sleep is fought until the very last second because when day breaks it’s Monday and you’ll have to start the work week all over again. This silver lining, however, is that there are only 13 business days until an entire week of vacation.