Of Tubes and Drunken-Made Crafts

A rather quick-and-dirty update here.

We survived a 2 week marathon visit by my wife’s family, who are simply delightful, but two weeks with anyone in your house (especially living in the guest room, which shares a wall with a recent sleepless RR) and one tiny 1950′s bathroom is exhausting.  We also ate a lot of meat/potatoes meals, and I consumed far too much bourbon.

After their departure, RR turned into satan got a double ear infection, and two different antibiotics and some eardrops later, she is getting tubes in her ears on Wednesday morning.  Maybe, then, we can all sleep through the night… meaning that none of us are sitting upright in the recliner, which is about as uncomfortable as it sounds.  Her appointment is super early that morning, so extra thoughts and vibes would be great.  I’ve been calling it a “procedure” which sounds a whole lot less scary than “surgery.”  That, and everyone I tell has known someone who’s had them, or had a sister who had them, or they themselves had them, etc. etc. and no one’s yet said, “And now they’re deaf.”  Real life reassurance.

Christmas is coming, whether we like it or not.  My wife is baking like a crazy lady, and I found myself on Sunday making crafts for my family as presents, though only through the help of watching football and drinking beer during the process.  I wonder if Hannah would mind a spin-off of My Drunk Kitchen called My Drunk Crafting?  Crafting presents for family members you don’t particularly like is only made tolerable by alcohol.  And beer, because I ran out of bourbon, and hesitate to dip too much into my wife’s good bottle of whiskey.

We’re going to visit my mother on Christmas day, staying over that night, and coming back the next day.  Mostly, I’m excited to see her on Christmas day because I’m thankful that she’s not dead.  That’s kind of the long and short of it.  We will then, subsequently, have to see my sister and her family, hence the drunken-made craft gifts.  These crafts were cheaper to make than buying something store-bought, but they DO go against the family rule for this year that we made, which was, NO PRESENTS FOR ANYONE (which was mostly based on our monetary restrictions, not a reflection of being a scrooge).  But that seemed really grinchy… economical, but grinchy.  So we broke down (quite literally) and have embraced the bliss of gift-giving.  Crafts and cookies for all!

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