Today was dreary and cold and we had no plans for our day. The morning went by quickly, watching Disney Jr., cleaning, playing, napping, but by the afternoon Little Miss had started to get stir crazy.
Yesterday she saw a toy mermaid at the dollar store and her eyes lit up. She had to have it. I knew it would break but I figured, oh whatever, let her have her fun and we will deal with the breaking when (not if, mind you) it happened.
She spent the afternoon yesterday in absolute glee “swimming” her mermaid in the ocean, aka the space behind the cushions on my parents’ couch. She was so happy, I was starting to consider returning the Christmas presents I had already purchased. This silly green, crappy, plastic mermaid and the tiny brush and yellow dolphin that came with it had made her day. I was really starting to get concerned about it’s breaking point.
And of course it happened. We got home from my parents’ house, and the mermaid had lost her fin. The plastic was snapped and there was no way we would be able to glue it. She cried and we told her we would figure out what to do in the morning.
Fast forward to this afternoon, the time of day after Mr. Man wakes up from his nap when I have to figure out, quickly, what to do with all of us before everyone starts freaking out. And Little Miss was still pining for her broken mermaid. Dollar Store it was!
Such a stupid trip to replace a junky toy and swing by the neighboring grocery store for bananas and bread, but the kids were happy. We bought a blue mermaid this time, and Mr. Man yelled his version of “banana” all through the store. We ran through the rain back to our car and we all got strapped in. The blue mermaid was lovingly tucked in Little Miss’s hand. We decided to watch Home Alone before dinner.
And here’s where the crying happened. It was getting darker and the sky just looked like winter. I asked Little Miss if she would like to listen to some Christmas music and she said yes. First we heard Do You Hear What I Hear, then Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. I was thinking how pretty it was, and how Christmasy I felt. The car was otherwise quiet, and a few houses had already turned on their lights. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw Mr. Man contentedly looking out the window, and Little Miss, peacefully sleeping. Like a wave, I was hit with how grateful I am for the two of them and how beautiful life can be despite all its challenges. With a smile on my lips, I wiped a tear and drove us safely home.