This week has been rough. Sick kids kicked it off, and then several other unexpected bumps and disappointments along the way. Including not being able to stand to decorate for Christmas, to do laundry, to cook dinner, to wander around Pottery Barn mindlessly, to make cookies and deliver them to friends who need some cheer... These are some of the things that seemed to just finally be too much this week. The sitting and the patience and the dependence on others for even the most basic things finally overwhelmed me. And I thought, for a moment, that I might be able to hold it together and solider on. These are not third world problems afterall. And then I found out that my sister Jemimah would not be able to come home for Christmas. Again. And that was it. That was all I could handle. The dam broke wide open.
When I had recovered I called my other sister, Judea, and begged her to come spend the weekend with me.
I bribed her by asking her to be my date to my work party (her former stomping grounds) and helping me decorate for Christmas (ok, maybe I haven't told her that part yet. Opps.) Mostly I just said "I miss you, I need you. Please come see me. I'll buy your gas." If I could afford to buy Jemimah a plane ticket to come too, I would. In a heartbeat. Sometimes especially around the holidays, when your foot is broken, what you need most is your sisters. To watch Little Women with and make chocolate chip cookie dough with, and do hair with and get annoyed with each others life choices. There is nothing quite as wonderful and comforting.
Second best to sisters is this video. In a pinch.
It made me cry.
Like I said. The dam broke wide open, there was no holding it in while Jimmy Fallon and friends play school instruments.
Thank goodness for glimmers of light, even in the frustratingest times.