Tag: Back to Work

How I Spent My Thanksgiving Holiday

 “Holidays – have no pity.”
– Eugenio Montale

Wednesday – I had work, J. didn’t have school.  Bitter.  I spent the afternoon making party favors for the department Christmas party and curling ribbon until my fingers were numb.

Thursday – Meet up with Fairy, Brando, Drill, Trixie, and others at that bastion of Americana, Chuck-a-Rama for cheap, easy food that we don’t have to clean up after.  Then back to godparents’ house for a rousing game of Rummikub and phone call from parents.

Friday – C. goes shopping (although NOT at 3am like the intrepid GS and GBIL…she waits until 10 and then hits the GAP and a couple unnamed stores for Christmas shopping).  Then she and J. group with everyone again to go to a movie.

Saturday – runs errands and finishes off the evening with The Football Game in which her team beats their hated rivals.  At some point during the celebrations, C. smacks her leg against the bleachers and obtains a nasty black and blue mark that she doesn’t notice until the next morning, so high is she from the euphoria.

Sunday – sleep in.

Small Dog does not enjoy going back to work after four days of indulgence.

Holidays, as nice as they are, have one horrible symptom: the reality check at the end.  Four days free of work means that all the industrious little habits one has get unceremoniously kicked out the window and waking up Monday morning is a chore.  I barely got in a shower before we had to dash out the door and didn’t have time to wash my hair.  Not the best way to kick off the busiest time of the year, at work and otherwise!