Ah, Christmas break. Even for an atheist like me that means something because everyone’s home. For the next three weeks, we’ll have time to relax, play, cook, eat together, watch movies and just chill out.
And it has already begun. Sam and Alex put the cats in the tree as a joke. I don’t know what started it or who thought of it. One moment both girls were in my office and the next moment they were in the garden and the cat we call Tiny (he was really tiny when he was born and the nickname just stuck) was up in the mango tree. I think Sam was teaching him how to climb. Then, it was Alex putting Ginger up in the tree.
The cats probably didn’t think it was funny but we did. Especially when Ginger (the orange cat above) looked too scared to come down but nevertheless sprinted when Alex stated shaking the cat food container. What a pig that Ginger is.
Then, came the flowers. Like she often does, Sam stepped out of the front door, picked wild flowers and handed them to me. I had nothing to put them in but there were two Minions on my desk. Alex’s and she put them there. I picked up one, forced its hands apart and placed the flowers between them. The flowers kept falling off though. I tried to locate the roll of transparent tape, couldn’t find it, but there was a bag of onions on the kitchen island. The bag was sealed with a price sticker. I peeled off the sticker, tore a portion and used it to wrap the stems of the wildflowers together.
Presto! One Minion was holding a bouquet. I posed the two Minions on my desk and took photos. Sam started laughing. What the heck? I was having fun. She said it was insane because the two figures were the same minion and it looked like he was proposing to himself. I found the photos so funny that I decided to use one as my Facebook cover photo.
It was a good way to start the Christmas break. A real life with a real family with none of the bullshit described in “Modern moms looking for perfection in all the wrong places” and with no attempt to make things look or sound better than they are. No, I’ve no plans of “living according to the Pinterest Popular Page“. The house is a happy mess right now and so are we.