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60 Days On the Mat — Day 30: Christmas Day and I’m Half Way!

BY: | DATE: 26 DECEMBER 2012 | CATEGORY:

I woke up at 8:00am and went into the living room for a few sun salutations.  That was the only mat that would happen until I found myself doing some twists and stretching in the bedroom before I started to write.  I can’t wait until Day 31, so I can get back to a real class.  I’m a pretty easy teacher and my house is very distracting, especially when there is so much to be done.

Since my yoga practice was so modified, I decided to practice maintaining calm at all times throughout the day — even when I wasn’t.

I looked at my list; I almost hyper-ventiliated.  I had already made the Cornbread-Biscuit Dressing, the base of the sweet potatoes for the Ginger Snap Sweet Potatoes and the Ambrosia.  All I had to do was bake a ham, the Swiss-Squash Casserole, mashed potatoes, pumpkin pie and peas.  My mother-in-law was bringing the ham sauce, the gravy, the cornbread and the cranberry salad mold.  No problem.

I collapse over into forward fold in the kitchen.  I am still feeling tight.

Jonathan wakes up and we have our Christmas.  I’m not going to go into the gift exchange except to say this:  He went to Chico’s, worked with a personal shopper and got me something more than presentable to wear for Christmas — with a necklace.  For this I was grateful because I need clothes desperately; especially winter ones.

Have I mentioned we’re buying some eggs?

Now about the clock.  I asked for the clock that was sitting on Mawmaw’s nightstand … of course, he has no idea what I am talking about, so he gives me a very basic hot pink alarm clock.  I love it because it was so absolutely NOT what was in my head, but honestly, how is he supposed to know what is in my head?  It is a very basic, easy to set alarm clock.  I just need a Hello, Kitty sticker to put on it and I’m all set.

Seriously, if he tried to take it back I wouldn’t let him, because the hot pink alarm clock makes a great story and I will chuckle every time I look at it.

It’s like the hamburger press my Dad put in my Mom’s stocking when they were first married.  She still uses that hamburger press and if she ever does anything with it but give it to me she’s going to get an earful — I think that one is pretty safe, though.  It’s survived this long … and it’s a good hamburger press, apparently.

By the time everyone arrived at around 5:30, I was in good shape.  Our friends Erik and Becky brought great wine — complete with homemade crocheted wine sleeves.  Having read of my ornament dilemma on Facebook, Becky made us a memory ornament for the tree.  This is a clear ornament with memories written on strands and placed inside; it is beautiful, and I can’t wait to read all of the memories.  Erik also made some awesome peanut butter crunch cookies.

My in-laws arrived with Duff and we all enjoyed wine and hors d’oeuvres.  And yes, I did get three casseroles and a ham all warm at the same time.  I did not get a picture, but I was relived to officially know that I was not going to be a Mom that sucked.  My mother-in-law liked the Cornbread-Biscuit Dressing so much that I am officially in charge of the Thanksgiving dressing next year.  I consider this a high honor, because honestly, that is her meal.

I did break a snowman platter by placing it in the oven to warm the ham … apparently, this is NOT a warming platter.  I’m sure Mamaw Wines was laughing at me.

As I was cleaning up, Jonathan came up from behind me and kissed me.  He said thank you, he loved all of it, even the squash — which I forgot to add salt and pepper to before pouring the sauce over it.  It was ok, but the no salt on a bland vegetable like squash is a big miss.  I’ll eat the leftovers anyway, and won’t forget next time I make it.  Everyone was full.  So full, they could barely move and took dessert home with them.

I didn’t sweat anything.  I just kept breathing.

Before getting in bed to type,  I did some stretching and winding down on the mat.

As I was lying there in forward fold, I thought about all of my favorite Christmas memories.

Here are the top ten:

1.)  Decorating the tree every year — literally begging to get it put up so I could decorate it.

2.) My Night Before Christmas pop-up book — reading it every year

3.) Opening my yearly ornament

4.) Icing Christmas cookies

5.) Leaving milk and cookies for Santa

6.) Trying to stay awake to meet Santa

7.) The year I finally realized there was no Santa

8.) The Grinch, Charlie Brown, Rudolph, Frosty — I still cry when Frosty melts …

9.) Asking, Can I just open one? every night until she said yes

10.) Tonight, the first Christmas Dinner I ever cooked.

Looking at this list — I realize how much all the holiday memories for kids revolve around the traditions and the rituals.  The presents actually have so little to do with it.  Of course, if they weren’t there, they would remember that!

Jonathan and I may or may not remember that I got him the softest robe ever and he got me a Christmas dinner outfit … but I am always going to remember this hot pink clock.  It is one of a kind awesome and it is on my nightstand ready to wake me up tomorrow.

As I go to bed tonight and get ready to enter the second half of this 60 Day journey — I simply say (in the words of the fabulous, Scarlett), Surprise me!

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