Have you met Cranky and Grumpy?
Merry Christmas!!! Happy Festivas!
I am writing this post from my lovely room in Blue Mountain Village where there is just enough snow to have snowball fights and fluffy stuff to fall on our faces as we enjoy the outdoor steamy hot tubs as a family. This morning we somehow got the kids organized at their ski camp for the day and then lo and behold by 10 30 am, I was…on my own. ( and not pretending anyone was beside me-that’s a little reference for my Les Mis peeps.).
On my own. What to do, what to do. As you know, not ski as I nurse my lower back to health. Upper body workout-most definitely. The gym in the part of the resort I’m staying at has great cardio machines and a wimpy weight system. No free weights. My friend’s hotel however, across the pond, nice rack!
Fully outfitted in my snow bunny gear, I made the trek through the paths near the pond that led to the coveted weight rack. Arms and shoulders nicely worked, I had some protein powder (chocolate peanut butter flavour) and a medium sized banana.
Stopped off at the village market for a few ingredients I left at home, (I’m usually so organized) and then got into a new outfit-the hotel robe!
I dipped into the outdoor hot tub and let the jets massage my achy breaky back. Next stop, dry sauna where I did a great 20 minute stretch routine and just told myself to ‘breathe, breathe, breathe.”
Ding ding goes my iPhone text alert and the hubby asks if I want to meet for hot chocolate in 30 minutes! Yesssir! When I arrived at the Espresso Bakery, I ordered their extremely decadent hot chocolate for the man and I had a coffee with a 1/2 shot of caramel flavour! Heaven in a cup.
“How’s the kids? How’s the slopes? How are your legs?”, I wanted to know everything and soak up the fun they were all having on the hills. Rosy cheeks and positive replies. Great! We chatted about this and that and did the ‘ole couple shot with the iPhone and then headed with our friends to pick up the kidlets.
Post scene-children looked exuberant and rosy until, you guessed it-they saw us. My son told us, oh about forty times that his feet were killing him and that some kids were bugging him because he wouldn’t try the Memory Lane trail because it’s Black Diamond and he’s not ready. My daughter weeped and said she was so thirsty and they didn’t let her have water.
HOLD EVERYTHING. From ten in the morning until 3 pm. My friend’s youngest was complaining of the same thing until they both spotted a fountain and guzzled half of Lake Ontario.
Picture if you will two Jewish mothers who had just had a relaxing day only to discover their cubs were dehydrated. Short version: Heads rolled. Ok, ok. I was mature about it but I made my point by summarizing to the staff member in charge. My daughter said when she asked for water, her counsellor said, “We don’t have any water here.”
Don’t get me started.
Apparently he’s a high school student, not necessarily with it in that department although worked there for many years and should know better, he felt bad blah, blah blah and it won’t happen again.
YOU GOT THAT RIGHT SISTAH!
Ok, kiddies, let’s go to the car and I’ll make you some nice, warm dinner and we will chill by fire place for a little while. Doesn’t that sound nice? Readers, doesn’t that sound nice?
“My feeeeeeet hurrrrrrt -I don’t think I can walk to the car, ow, owy, owwwww.”
“Can I have salt and vinegar chips first?”
“I’m still thirsteeeeeeee”
Laalalalalalalalalalalalalaalla. Sing song pitch. “Okayy-ayyyy, we are here. In we go. No, no, we can have beaver tails after dinner. Look, here’s some chili and rice and hot chocolate and I am the best mom ever.”
“Thank you mom, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Hugs were given. Fire place ignited and food inhaled.
And miraculously, when my husband walked in from his day on the slopes and asked who wanted to go back down to the hot tub, my daughter sprung up from the sofa and got her bathing suit on!
The lesson I took from all of this-being grumpy and cranky is just a blip on her radar. She doesn’t hang on to it all day. There are no grudges. She is on to the next moment.
I like her style.
I’m hungry. I’ll write again soon.
Please tell me if you’ve had any cranky and grumpy moments this season and I can guarantee I will understand that it is not a reflection of who you are in general. I get that it is not absolute! So fire away.