Well, another Christmas has come and gone and I hope yours was merry. We've had various Christmas celebrations over the last week or so, and concluded with Christmas dinner at my mom and dad's house. It was just the five of us. The girls wore ugly sweaters and fuzzy socks, my mom set a beautiful table, my dad grilled filet, and it ranks high up there as my favorite Christmas dinner.
I know everyone says don't bring up politics with your family at the holidays, but they should add farm animals to that list because the most heated discussion we had was when my dad and Matt got into a debate about whether Perdue chicken breasts come from hens or roosters.
I know. It always comes back to chickens with us.
I took this whole week off of work, and I planned to dedicate today to cleaning and organizing the entire house. I was pretty sick two weeks ago, this past week we were busy with holiday stuff, and let's just say things had gone off the rails big time. My mom had to stop by Saturday afternoon while we were out to pick up a Christmas gift, and I felt ashamed at the state of our house. My sister was with her and she texted me "Mom says your house doesn't look bad at all" and while I appreciated the kindness, I can spot a lie when I see one.
It looked like a frat house.
This morning, I slept in and then went downstairs to get a cup of coffee to fuel up for my marathon day of cleaning. Matt made the coffee before he left at 6:30, so it was a little chilly, and I stuck it in the microwave for fifteen seconds.
Except when I hit start, nothing happened.
I almost lost my mind. We bought the microwave last year, but just installed it in mid-September. I called the Samsung help line and the (rude) woman on the other end told me that the error code indicated that the control panel was dead.
It wasn't the fanciest microwave on the market, but it also wasn't cheapest and it matched our stove perfectly and we factored in the measurements when we bought out BRAND NEW custom cabinets and I was just so mad.
And then I remembered my dad's Christmas dinner toast, when he said that we are all very blessed, with a great family and comfortable lives and nice houses, but that we should never lose sight of the things that really matter in life.
You know what doesn't really matter in life?
So I sucked it up and cleaned the house like a madwoman and I felt so. much. better.
And then my phone beeped with texts and I had to laugh when I looked at it. As a little backstory, Matt LOVES the weather and the statistics and data that comes along with it. It is a borderline hobby for him. He is constantly tracking weather patterns and and watching the radar, major storms are his jam, and he has a nightly ritual of reading the ten day forecast to me so I know how to dress and drive for the upcoming week.
For Christmas I bought him a fancy weather station, and it comes with an anemometer (I totally googled that) to measure the wind speed, which Matt mounted atop the chicken coop (I'm so sorry neighbors) and a feature that allows you to remotely monitor the weather at your house on an app.
It turns out, it was a slow day at work for him and he was keeping a close eye on the wind speed here at the homestead.
For the record, I did not get the eggs.
Although I will probably have them for breakfast tomorrow, since I can cook them on the stove and not in the microwave like my usual oatmeal.
At least the coffee maker works.