Boxing Day. What does this holiday even mean? I think Harry Potter does it. But how do we unwind after the holiday?
Hey, happy Boxing Day. How’s it going?
Once upon a time I would have told you that we spent the day watching movies, possibly making some time-intensive meal and fiddling with the presents that we received. Maybe even some internet shopping just for the hell of it. I hope that you enjoyed yours. I really hope you did.
For us, that’s never happening ever again.
Last week, Marcus’ car decided that it was actually done with its time on this Earth. We knew it would happen at some point but apparently mid-December was a bridge too far and so with the transmission repair worth more than the 10 year old sedan it was time to get a new (used) one. Today he and Billy went off to observe their very first-ever Happy Honda Days and sourced the vehicle that they tentatively identified as The One last week.
We are of course so thankful to be able to get a car when we need it but that doesn’t make it any less of a fantastic hemorrhage of cash.
Meanwhile, on the home front we had to switch Critter to formula because mastitis completely killed my supply and there was no more milk in the freezer. Seems pretty logical IMO.
After his first taste of formula, the little lad determined it was actually poison water and now he is terrified of his bottle, no matter what blend of formula or breast milk-formula or whole milk is contained therein. So for the last 48 or so hours he has been on a quasi-hunger strike. In an impressive feat he did manage to down 3/4 of an adult-sized bowl of chicken wild rice soup and an entire greek yogurt in one sitting but we are still BEGGING him to take literally any bottle. This is obviously very energizing because his patience level for anything is at zero and his righteous indignation about this life change is at 100%.
So this is me. Unwinding. We’ll give it another shot next year.