Second Holiday Season 

Lately it seems that one of the most consistent things on my mind has been “this is so tiring!”

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The last year and a half has been a complete crash-course in parenting.  Before, I might have wondered what sort of “mom” things I would do one day. I’ve gotten to find out. In elementary school I would notice the parents in the drive-through line having left the house with their hair and boobs everywhere.  I’d think “WHY. it’s so simple to fix your appearance and it MAKES SUCH A HUGE DIFFERENCE.” Now I understand the zero fucks given. 

But every single day I get to happily and confidently say, “yeah, I am an AMAZING stepmom!” However I do wonder at which age Tegan will look back at her life and realize that she was almost completely raised by 20-year olds.  Between her Mom, Dad and I, at least once a month I’m thinking “oh my god–everyone! stop what we’re doing we are screwin’ up this child!!”

Either way, the holidays went through without a hitch, we grabbed a Christmas Tree, strung popcorn on a string, and watched Christmas movies. We sent packages in the mail, spent Christmas Eve with Chase’s family and woke up to open presents together and have Christmas dinner.

Scoping out the Santa at the mall’s tree lighting parade


Our Christmas together at home was actually a lot of fun. It was a peaceful and joyous affair. Chase spent a few hours in the garage progressing on his collection of wood-work. Tegan and I danced and lip-synced full performances for several hours straight (and she was completely thrilled.)

There was even a couple of weekends that we were able to go out and play in the snow.  Still no snowboarding, which I’ve wanted desperately to do since I left Portland, but “maybe next year!”

I’m very happy that Christmas comes only once a year 🙂 It’s a lot of ceremony to deal with the consumerism, the people, and the general expectations. The part about me getting presents though is always cool.



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