Happy Christmas

Most of the older versions of The Night Before Christmas have Santa Claus exclaiming as he drove out of sight "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night." When I was a child I was certain it was me he was talking to, after all he was obviously combining Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas. People always used to assume that having my birthday on Christmas Eve was hard, to me it made me distinctive and my family always made it special.

This year was no different. Christmas Eve morning I could hear my kids come into my room, whispering in the way kids do when they are trying to be quiet. Then very robustly all three began singing Happy Birthday. Then they insisted I open my presents, Chandler had wrapped his in loose leaf paper. As a mom, a package wrapped in loose leaf paper can warm the heart greater than a box from Tiffany's.

Soon all three of my brothers had arrived to build the kids Christmas present from my parents. A sandbox with a clubhouse on top. Apparently my Dad had one when he was a kid and now my kids will continue to tradition. Never seen one? Neither had I, but come by sometime the kids would love for you to play with them.

We finished the day at the Christmas Eve Candlelight service at church. This has always helped remind me of the reason we celebrate Christmas, the greatest gift we could ever be given.

This morning we opened presents and we opened and we opened. And then we went to Mom and Dads and we opened somemore. I hope you got all you wished for, I hope you are surrounded by your family and friends, I hope you smiled as they opened the gifts you purchased especially for them.

Seriously, Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.

Baby Caroline

Baby Caroline was baptised today. I stood with the kids, surrounded by my family and friends, everyone who loves her. There was one very conspicuous absence, her father. Could the picture of Mr. Wrong's priorities be painted any better?

Together the kids and I cut down our tree, put it up at home, decorated the house. We make a Christmas tree cake, walked through the lights at Lewis Ginter and spent two days at Great Wolf Lodge. We baked cookies, chose presents and spend time with my brothers we are in town for Christmas. And throughout all of it I realised that I didn't miss Mr. Wrong. The kids and I, we are doing great.

Mr. Wrong did what he did out of selfishness and what he lost can never be retreived, he gave up his family. When they are older the kids won't remember that he bought them every new toy that was out there, only that he wasn't there at the times that really mattered. He wasn't there and the worst thing is, they know were he was.

Seriously, these moments cannot be recaptured.

He could. go. all. the. WAY.......

Is it crazy how excited I am to be in the fantasy football playoffs? I mean I won 2 of my regular season games in The League of Extra-Ordinary Mules by less than 1 point. One game against Melanie and the other against The Mutated Arm Bandits. The manager of the Arm Bandits is the moderator of the league, and also Melanie's brother. Or maybe the fact that I'm so excited to be in the playoffs is really just a reflection that someone actually invited me to play in a league in the first place. I spent so many years living in the shadows that I forgot that I had my own interests.

Sports. I love baseball and football. I am one of those girls that when her brothers go outside after a big family dinner to play I go too. Growing up I was a Cowboys fan, that lasted until Jerry Jones turned my team into a team of felons. So naturally I turned to the Patriots. I was on the Bledsoe is the Man bandwagon until he got hurt and in one of the greatest twists in football history the 2nd string quarterback was not only HOT, he could play!

But mostly I love the Red Sox. It started when I was sitting on the beach in Westport and my Uncle David says, "Nobody actually LIKES the Red Sox" as we are listening to the game on a little transister radio. It used to be said that no one knows disappointment like a Red Sox fan, "they'll break your heart." But you know the story, down 3-0 in the Division Series, my boys staged the greatest comeback ever. Yes, I'll be telling the story of the bloody sock to my grandkids. I was there as the duck boats rolled through the streets of Boston celebrating the World Series victory.

So I am a Red Sox fan and a Patriots fan. My brother TigBom might be the best source of New England sports trivia, if nothing else his blog will make you laugh. Did I mention Tom Brady was my fantasy football quarterback and that he singlehandedly kept me in the win column? Seriously, Boston sports fans are smiling - who'd have thought it?

It is done

On Thursday I talked to my lawyer and he said there was a 50/50 shot I was divorced. Yesterday he put the paper in my hand. It's kind of surreal, 21 days before my 11th anniversary I am officially divorced. Really? I don't feel any different.

I'm relieved, partly. I'm glad it's done. I have no intention of taking Mr. Wrong back. I'm ready to move on.

But I'm sad. I never wanted to be divorced. I'm a single mother with four kids. And I spent 10 years with Mr. Wrong, even if it wasn't perfect, he was my best friend. The person who knew me best and I've lost that.

So new chapter, here I come, seriously.