Welcome to Episode Five of Momday Motivations in which I share enticing tidbits of my impending memoir. Due to an earlier than expected Christmas miracle, I’m cheating a bit with today’s post.
What’s the miracle? Well … pssssssstttt … lean in and I’ll share …
… my son arrived home a day early! Yes! Those scallywag children of mine concocted this huge secret leaving me under the impression that he was coming home for Christmas tonight.
The plans for today were: to have a lovely coffee and catchup with a friend, and then do the final tweaks on my Momday Motivations writeup, followed up by a thorough prep for the lad’s return. You know, Just TypiKel last-minute stuff – wash the bed linen, vacuum his room, tidy up the bunny’s quarters (his rabbit, thank you, yes she is still thriving, despite being left at home by mistake that time) before leaving to pick him up at the airport tonight.
An Earlier Than Expected Christmas Miracle
Last night I was just finishing up a batch of gingerbread cookies (don’t tell Francine, they’re a surprise for her. She does like a “big cookie.”)
when my daughter returned home early from “a dinner out with a friend.” She burst through the door at about 8:30pm shouting something about “getting a gift … dirt and succulents … heavy … help me bring them in from the car …”
Naturally, with it pouring rain outside and cookies almost ready to come out of the oven, I was a tad rude. Grumbling about the poor timing, I jumped into my coat and threw on a pair of boots and headed out into the dark. There, lumbering up the steps with a huge suitcase, was my son, beaming at me. He’s grown a foot since October, I’m sure of it.
Turns out, my two have always wanted to pull this surprise on me, get me thinking that one of them is arriving home later than they actually are. This time they managed to pull it off.
Needless to say, any plans for crafting a Momday Motivations piece went out the window. After bursting into tears of joy, I spent the rest of the evening listening to my son’s stories of exams, thesis deadlines and saying goodbyes to good friends who are moving on to new chapters in their lives. Big changes are afoot in his world.
Sitting there and soaking it all up, I forgot all about writing.
To once again, share that hysterically funny solution Francine came up with when she discovered she’d forgotten her bathing suit on one of our overseas buying trips for the store. I was absolutely gobsmacked. You will be, too. Trust me.
Please simply click below to find out the extraordinary “swim costume” she came up with.
Enough about me and an earlier than expected Christmas miracle. I’m curious about you. Have you ever been so surprised that you worried for your health? Are you also fond of “big cookies?”Are you like me and think you’ve still got lashings of time to prep for Christmas only to discover time is fast running out? Better yet, what’s the best festive miracle you’ve ever encountered? If you’d care to share, I’d love to hear.