Well, the holidays are over and it's
official: I'm old.
For instance, when I was a kid I
couldn't wait to get up on Christmas morning, but this year I refused
to get up.
“It's a day off,” I told my wife.
“That means sleeping in.”
So she
put Junior in the bed with us and he proceeded to drool all over me
and bite me on the face. At that point I had to get up to avoid
becoming a human teething ring and getting gnawed to death.
We
opened presents and mine were all awesome. Some were fun and some
were practical, but later in the day I saw my younger siblings
running around with lightsabers and darts guns and Legos and I got
sad. I love all my adult presents, but sometimes I just want a good
lightsaber.
How I
really knew I was old was when I was talking to my younger brother
who is in middle school. I asked him what he was doing for his two
week break and he said, “Oh, just taking it easy.” And before I knew what was happening I heard myself whining, “Well enjoy 'taking
it easy' now while you still can! When you're old like me you have to
work for a living. You
don't get any vacations and even if you wanted to take time off you
can't 'cause all your co-workers with more seniority already got
Christmas off so you have to stay and work and it's just you and you
have to run everything by yourself and...”
Merry
Christmas, little bro. Cynicism and bitterness are the Christmas
gifts that keep on giving.
All in
all, the holidays were tons of fun. Tons of family, and, more
importantly, tons of food.
Also, my son got a huge
pile of stuff, which is easy to do when you have grandparents, uncles
and aunts on both sides who love to spoil you.
But
now all the fun times are over, which brings us to January,
possibly the bleakest month ever. The holidays are over, it's cold,
it's boring and you have to try and lose all the weight you gained
from eating nothing but fattycakes since Thanksgiving (or maybe
that's just me). The only bright spot is Martin Luther King Day, but
I don't get Presidents Day off so there are no more holidays until
Memorial Day.
Even though January is a drag, I think
2012 is going to be my year.

2 comments:
Good Times
Those fattycakes sound delicious :P
In other words, I think I need to go to the gym!
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