It was so nice to be able to sleep in this morning without being disturbed. At the same time, it kind of stunk because I slept instead of spending quality time with my dad. Instead, when I woke up and went into the living room, I got stuck watching the worst movie of all time with my dad.
It was called "Final Descent" and it had Annette O'Toole and Robert Urich in it, and it was terrible. The premise of the movie was a plane was involved in a midair collision and they had to figure out how to land it without killing everyone on the plane. There were at least 8 times where I looked at my dad and said, "Seriously? Why are we watching the worst movie on the planet?" and he just shrugged and said, "I'm going to stick with it to the end to see if I'm right."
Thankfully, I slept late enough to where I only got stuck watching half of it. Longest 45 minutes of my life.
We hung out a little bit and threw around some ideas for Christmas gifts for the boys, and then Stella came over to watch the Cowboys game and she even brought lunch!
I started doing a puzzle, but who knows if all the pieces are there, so by the time I realized it was after 2:00, I'd barely completed the border. I left it on the table for my dad to work on, so we'll see if there are any updates on progress. I realized I should probably go home, so I'd be home before bedtime for N, so I packed up and headed back to Dallas.
I hate leaving. I also hate that both my dad and I will be spending Christmas alone, but he's working all around Christmas, so it wouldn't be worth it for me to go down there...at least that's what he says. I'd rather get a little face time than none at all.
This whole every other year I get my boys on Christmas thing kind of sucks. I think it's awesome that they're able to see everyone for the holidays, but Christmas morning is kind of anticlimactic if you have tons of presents under the tree that will sit there, unopened, until the 28th of December.
Huh, where did that horribly depressing mood come from? That's lame.
Anyway, as I drove home, I watched the temperature drop. By the time I got back to Dallas it had dropped well over 20 degrees. Maybe the cold weather will stick around this time. A girl can hope. The mornings are going to be a real treat, and by "treat" I really mean a huge fight with my 10 year-old who thinks that wearing basketball shorts with socks yanked up to his knees will be warm enough.
It's going to be so fun. Aren't you jealous?
I made some soup & grilled cheese for dinner when I got home, and opened the "Twelve Days of Christmas" puzzle that I took from my dad's boxes of Christmas stuff. It's, by far, the family favorite as far as holiday puzzles go. The problem is, it's so old that several pieces "fit" in multiple places. I'm not even sure if the puzzle's there in its entirety, so it's been a really "fun" evening.
N came home, crabby and grumpy and (big shocker) unable to fall asleep. I can't fall asleep either, but it's mostly because my brain won't turn off. 'Tis the season for non-stop thoughts of shopping that still needs to be completed, decorating that hasn't taken place, and the oh-so-joyous finances. It makes life so exciting!
Now that my semester's over, I have tons of free time. What should I do with it?
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