First of all, I know I live on the California coast, and I know that it is much significantly colder in most other parts of the United States, but still: It was 22°F last night and THAT IS FUCKING COLD. I live in a town where it oscillates within 10° of 60° the whole year round. It doesn't get very cold, and it doesn't get very hot either. I am simply not emotionally prepared, and no number of adorable coats and fuzzy mittens can get me there.
I'm going to a Christmas party tonight, and it's immediately after work, so I actually had to put a tiny bit of thought into my appearance this morning. I'm extra matchy, and wearing makeup! And my hair is combed! And not just in a messy pony! Huzzah!
I'm kind of disappointed that this year my only Christmas party is on a weeknight, and that I only have one. Is this a mark of crashing economic times? No more Christmas parties?
Tomorrow is Gabriel's preschool Christmas concert. His class is singing Jingle Bells. We've been practicing at home, so I know for a fact that it will be adorable. And speaking of adorable, for the past week or so, Gabey's been trying a new tack on staying home from school, where he widens his eyes really big and asks how come we can just stay home together and play and have fun. When it was fussing and whining, yeah, I don't want to go to work either, but suck it up kid, we gotta do what we gotta do. The sweet request to spend the day together? MELTS MY HEART. And helps not at all with my go-to-work resolve.
It's not, by the way, as if Gabriel hates school. But he hates pants and he hates being woken up, and he figures if he got to stay home, he could wake up whenever and spend the whole day pants free. Probably, that's true.