I found out that my best friend's mom has cancer on Thursday, and on Friday I sat in a court room for two hours with my son's dad to meet with a judge for a whole 3.5 seconds to finalize and file our parenting plan. A plan that he told me immediately afterward he'd just broken by introducing the woman he's dating to our son well before the 12 week rule. Mama bear came out. She did. She's still out. Don't mess with my baby. And don't mess with the rules.
Christmas was rushed and not exactly picturesque. My parents are divorced meaning there's a couple of houses we have to stop by each year. This also means my mom has to attend Christmas at her boyfriend's house, and then I have to hand over my sweet baby to his dad on Christmas morning. It's a lot of factors for one holiday. We had the family over to my house on Christmas Eve from 2pm-7pm because it's the only time that fit. We tore through presents and then sat to eat the pot roast I'd been cooking all day. We may have also given my brother's girlfriend of 2 years a couple of vodka cranberries to catch up with us upon her arrival. Apparently she doesn't drink much and spent the majority of the time in the bathroom... She totally missed her family dinner and I'm doubting she woke up jolly on Christmas morning. SO sorry about that! It also could have been the jack in the box she had for lunch, right?
On top of all of this, the love of my life was taken off of the market. A man I've loved for over 10 years. He's witty, sweet, talented, and gorgeous. While my teeth were getting drilled on at the dentist, or during each contraction during labor, it was his face that I'd imagine. His lips I'd pretend to kiss on my fist that I'd turn into a mouth. Each time I'd catch wind of a break up from one of his long term girlfriends, I'd have a little party in my heart. He's the backdrop on my google homepage, and it's the only rolling stone cover I've ever kept. I remember when his manager, Joe (if that was even his real name), met me at the hotel their group was staying at in 2003. I was so set on meeting my one true love, I went on and on about how I'd do anything to meet him. Joe showed me his phone and the schedule of their appearances on late shows and special events. But that was it. As I saw nothing coming of my new friendship with Joe, I sadly returned to my room. The room phone rang... it was JOE. He so kindly offered his body in exchange for a hand shake with my love. Knowing that he would never want to marry me if I'd slept with his manager, I kindly turned him down (and wondered how the hell he had known which room we were staying in). That was the closest I've ever come to the LOML.
Jessica Biel, you are one lucky lady. I promise to not show up at your wedding with my Justin Timberlake wearing white. Promise. I know a guy who knows Jessica's brother, and I promise not to stalk anyone for the details about the nuptials. Promise. I'm just going to go cry a little (more) right now while holding my framed photo of the most wonderful man alive, who I've never even met.
Although there have been bits of drama and heartache, this month has been full of fun and magic. There's nothing better than a two-year-old learning about Santa and his reindeer. His face was priceless when he woke up up Christmas morning to find the bike, fire truck, and remote control car that he'd told Santa about just weeks ago. He agreed that the elves must have been worried about the car falling out of the package because they reinforced it with screws (really, screws?) and the plastic that you cannot break without a tool. He has been screaming about each house that has lights, and the blow up snowmen on the lawn have been a real hit. There's nothing like reliving Christmas through the eyes of your little one. It has been a magical holiday... and I'm still going to play jingle bells throughout the year because it's his new favorite song.
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