What better way to begin the new year than to tie up some loose ends from aught niner?
I was really really worried about Thanksgiving. Because I, you know, ordered the entire meal from our local grocer.
One of my big concerns was that we get a FRESH meal. One cooked that day. Which seemed doable, seeing as our Thanksgiving occurred on a Friday so my husband could join us. Our grocer assured us, yes, it was not a problem. I made a big deal of writing in big letters on the order form that I would pick up the meal as soon as it was ready – whenever that was, be it noon or three in the afternoon or five. I just wanted a freshly cooked meal.
I spent days washing my good china and practicing setting the table. I think it turned out rather well, dontcha think?
Then I went to the grocer to pick up the meal and it was all frozen. They didn’t apologize or offer any explanation or express regret that they didn’t let me know ahead of time that they couldn’t make a fresh meal so I could make other arrangements. And – while I get very upset about customer service flubs like this – I am a huge wussy. So I may have been crestfallen, but I was polite and didn’t even ask any questions. We drove home with the frozen meal. At four in the afternoon, by the way, which meant that dinner would be postponed by three hours while we cooked an entire frozen turkey.
I was so shaken by the frozen meal that I didn’t notice until we were home that they hadn’t given us half of the side dishes. So back I went. They were very apologetic about THAT mix up, so that soothed my irritation a bit.
Anyway, my mother in law helped us pep up the food a bit, and it was all perfectly edible. I had plenty of serving dishes. The table looked lovely.
The only little hitch was when my sister-in-law mentioned that she had invited two people to dessert. And I had a minor freak out about how I hadn’t washed two extra dessert plates and we didn’t have two extra chairs. But it turned out that my worries were unfounded.
Also, I learned that I hate having anyone besides my husband in the kitchen. Really really hate it. I had to inform my in laws at least twice that I was feeling anxious and they should go and sit on the couch and play a game or watch TV and leave me the eff alone. In the nicest possible terms, really.
Christmas was wonderful. I was homesick a little, especially the night before Christmas Eve, when I couldn’t sleep and instead cried big crocodile tears for my parents and my brother and my lost childhood. Then I felt really embarrassed that I was CRYING because I am almost 30 for god’s sake and I cried about that because I am OLD and no longer that weird kid in elementary school who comes over for a sleepover and then has to call her dad to come get her at midnight because she’s homesick even though her parents live NEXT DOOR.
My in laws are wonderful and generous and kind. We played a board game, we ate WAY too much cheese fondue, we did the dishes together, we watched The Hangover together, I had a little too much to drink at Christmas dinner and discussed BABIES with my mother- and grandmother-in-law. BABIES.
My husband and I went to a friend’s house for New Year’s Eve. Her husband (my husband’s co-intern) wasn’t there; he was on call. But her childhood bestie was there, with her boyfriend, and we all had a very nice time despite some trepidation on the part of my husband. We ate Italian food. We doctored up some champagne with raspberries. And we played Rock Band on their new Wii.
New Year’s Day, we had a friend over for dinner and then played Rock Band on my husband’s PS3 for about 29 hours.
The day after New Year’s Day, ie, January 2, we went out to dinner with another of Husband’s co-interns and his fiancée. (Delicious Indian food. Mmmmm, butter chicken…) We did NOT play Rock Band. Instead, Husband and I watched Mission Impossible and laughed at how old fashioned the computer stuff was back in 1996.
Since we are normally big hermits, it was a very social weekend for us. But I did come to a realization. I HATE Rock Band. I am not good at it. It is monotonous. And I hate it. Hate it. HATE IT.
Did I mention I hate it?
But I love my husband. He and I got the gift of an unexpected 1.5 days together this holiday weekend. It was wonderful to spend so much time just with him, relaxing, not doing anything except watching movies and hanging out with friends. I am so excited to begin a new decade with him.
There you have it. The Mrs. Doctor 2009 Holiday Season Extravaganza in a nutshell. Up next: Husband’s Big Vacay. For which I want to plan to WILL lose 10 pounds.