It’s Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada.
I don’t care much about the turkey or the mashed potatoes (although I did just finish making a pretty kickass pumpkin cheesecake) but I’m a real sucker for holidays – Hallmark or otherwise.
The big ones like Valentine’s Day or Christmas get the most hatred – but all of them, from Thanksgiving to Halloween, to birthdays and anniversaries big and small – they are so, so important to me. They are signifiers. They signify the importance of love or giving thanks or the simple joy of dressing up like a slutty hot dog and ringing in Nov 1 by puking up tiny mars bars.
Regardless of what they mean, I like to mark these days any way I can.
Life gets busy, and sometimes holidays just seem like another thing on the list. But when you take the time to recognize them and dig through all the consumer bullshit to find what they were truly meant to mean, they become signposts and milestones. Where your life has taken you, where your decisions have led.
So, it’s Thanksgiving. And I don’t eat turkey, but I certainly do have a hell of a lot to be grateful for.
Last weekend, we celebrated Olive’s third birthday. Because I am a good person, I am going to spare you all of the “how the hell is she three!?” teeth-gnashing and just skip to the good stuff.
(Okay but just ONE thing…three years ago she was this tiny 7 lb brunette…
what on earth!?)
Sigh. Anyway, waaaaaay back in early summer (have I mentioned I love planning birthdays?) I asked her what kind of party she wanted.
“A dinosaur party” she stated emphatically. Everyone knows that almost-three-year-old’s must be obeyed, so I got to work planning a fantastic prehistoric bash! We made a Pin-The-Tail-On-The-T-Rex game, dinosaur footsteps leading up to the house, dino decorations, and party hats – and an ambitious (for me) dinosaur cake.
Let’s talk about coping.
You guys know that in January, I was struggling. I have written a lot about the incredible amount of support I had from my family and friends, but I haven’t talked much about the helping hand I got from pharmaceuticals. Ha! What? Yeah.
I lie to children now, apparently, so that’s a good thing to know about myself.
(It wasn’t even my child. why does that make it worse, somehow?)
Life has felt full lately, full to bursting. It’s the slowly growing sense of things picking up and shifting, inertia lifting.
After a slowwwww, hibernating, coming-back-to-life beginning to the year, I get the feeling that I’m going to be welcoming 2016 with some serious momentum behind me. That said, it’s a definite shift. I am still taking care of Olive full-time, but I have also been working as much as I can. It’s busy, and hectic, and I write so much that I burned the ‘m’ key right off my laptop and until my replacement key arrives and I somehow decipher how to install it, I have to copy an m from somewhere else and then ctrl-v it into the word. Capitals pose a particular problem. As does my mother-effing NAmE!
Sorry. I digress.
Life has changed pretty drastically in the last few months, so I thought it would be kind of fun (?) to give a mostly accurate rundown of what our days are like lately.
Get comfy, this is going to be loooong.