So. I have no voice.
Actually, I do have a little bit of a voice that sounds like a cross between Kim Carnes and someone who has smoked seven packs of cigarettes a day for the last fifty years, but not as smooth. In fact, I attempted to sing Silent Night to Caroline for her bedtime lullaby and she asked me to please stop. Granted, the coughing fit I had between the first and second verses kind of killed the mood.
On Friday I had to get out of bed and rally in time to go pick up three dozen cupcakes for Caroline’s class party. I’m not sure why I ordered so many cupcakes since that’s twice the amount of kids in her class, but math has never been my strong suit and I just throw about arbitrary numbers without really thinking about it. And have I mentioned all the cold medicine I’ve been on? Because it’s A LOT.
Plus, P was out of town all last week. His best friend lives in California and comes in once a year for their annual hunting extravaganza. I didn’t feel like I could mention that he was gone until he was actually back since I’m operating in a new state of safety awareness in combination with a strong sense of paranoia. But, needless to say, it’s no fun being sick when you can’t guilt the one you love into picking up dinner and taking your child to school every morning. It’s like a waste of a good cold.
But he’s home now and sitting on the couch this very minute with his friend as they look at various firearms and throw around terms like trajectory and hog leg. Which means that I’m about to take a hit of cough medicine and go to bed in the hopes that by tomorrow I can raise my voice in annoyance if the need arises. And, let’s be honest, the need will arise because it’s Christmas week and at some point I’ll have to launch into my time-honored lecture on the importance of having a grateful heart.
Fortunately, Caroline was pretty content for us to just hang out in our pajamas this weekend and watch every Christmas movie that came on the air. On the downside, she has seen way to many infomercials and has now added a Touch N Brush Toothpaste Dispenser and a Big Top Cupcake Pan to her Christmas wish list. She also woke me up at one point to let me know that there was a way for me to get rid of all my debt using some sort of debt consolidation program. It was at that point that I started fast-forwarding through the commercials.
Anyway, watching all those movies made me think of all the movies I like to watch at Christmas time, even if they aren’t necessarily Christmas movies. My personal favorite is Little Women. In fact, I think I’m going to watch it tomorrow with a cup of Theraflu by my side. How about y’all? Are there any not-necessarily-a-Christmas-movie (it’s my very own made up genre) that you like to watch this time of year?