You know you have been gone too long when you can not remember your blog's password.
Well, the holidays were so amazing this year just in terms of the downtime. It has been 7 years since I had a Holiday season all my own. And - as Marilyn B. pointed out in one of my classes - I was burnt out. Yeah. More like a charred, almost petrified clump of...oh...ok enough on that topic. I loved my time with the kids and David and now I'm back.
Back - sort of. My classes are off and running. We had quite a full house this weekend. But the shop is still just open hours here & there. Happily my new job is keeping me very busy and I *LOVE* it.
Ahh but my life and family give me so much blog material I had to get back on the horse. Why just this week, I ran into the kitchen and headed for the fridge. Okay, yes, I was going for a snack. And, no, I wasn't actually hungry. Still, I found myself in the kitchen one hand pulling on the refrigerator door and the other ready to grab just about anything chocolate.
In the midst of my stress induced snack mode, my eyes just happen to look up. There on the freezer door was this:
And of course, I had to ask. Even though I was alone in the kitchen, I was certain there was at least one or two kids hunkered down on a couch nearby watching some useless cable show.
"Who put the picture on the freezer door."
Three voices respond. "DAD."
"And why exactly..."
I didn't even get to finish when the 3 in unison replied back," He said if you keep eating the heavenly hash ice cream, when you guys retire he is going to have to trade in his motorcycle for something a little sturdier."
Ouch! Yeah but before anyone gets all up in arms about David's approach - I admit I have gained back the 20 pounds I lost. And no one has had to listen to me whine about it more than David. So I laughed. It was funny and my reaction was, "Oh your Dad. Such a Prince. Gosh I am a lucky woman. Just living the fairy tale. Yes I am."
Then as I closed the refrigerator and grabbed a rice cake, I realized I am living the fairy tale. Just like Julia Roberts in one of my favorite movies, "Pretty Woman." Do you remember it? Pretty Woman. It is my ultimate chick flick. If Lifetime has a Julia Roberts marathon with Pretty Woman airing back to back - well let's just say the kids know where to find me.
Yep for Pretty Woman I will boldly stand in front of the TV with my hands stretched outward in both directions. The kids will moan in pain. (One of the advantages to NOT having a flat screen TV the size of a dining room table is you can still block the remote and any chance of a channel change.) Nothing deters me. Not even when Liv pointed out my favorite movie's main character is a woman who "dates" for money.
I can't help it. I love that scene where Julia Roberts is in the fluffy white hotel bathrobe and wealthy Mr. Richard Gere asks her what she wants. And she says, "I want it all. I want the fairy tale."
The Fairy Tale. Don't we all want that...The Fairy Tale. But what does it mean? Does it mean we want the prince on the white horse? Or do we just want a enough money to buy a horse? Do we want clothes from Rodeo Drive? Or do we just want to be able to fit into petite, expensive clothes you buy on Rodeo Drive? Do we want the private jet or do we just want the guy who flies the jet? WHAT do we want? Well, I have always wanted the fairy tale. And guess what - I believe I got it.
So here I am. Blogging again. Stay tuned for Chapter Two and I will fill you in on my fairy tale. Who knows - maybe it will help you realize you have been living your own fairy tale all along.
