It’s Party Season these days. Well, for Roozle, it’s always Party Season because she has all the friends with all the birthdays in all the seasons, but it’s Holiday Party season this time. Bedtime is pushed back for Advent activities and having friends over and watching Elf. She has a tree in her room with stockings for her dolls. They celebrate Christmas every day. And on the days Roozle is with her Mama, I’m planning parties to attend and even one to host this year. So fancy.
We live in the city, so holiday parties involve some drinking and some Uber (or Lyft, a more recent preference). I don’t drive after more than one drink ever, and don’t really drive in the evenings in the city anyway, because parking. Convenience and values line up so nicely sometimes.
And when I’m out of the city for family parties? I’ll drink responsibly (because parenting a small person) and Roozle and I will stay over to be off the roads to stay extra safe. I’m sure she will also be checking in on her uncles’ alcohol consumption along the way, because she’s the life of the party. And she’s the Responsibility Police. I remember doing the same thing, as a kid, so maybe that inner hall monitor is genetic, but I didn’t have all the fancy alcohol facts she has. She’s always way more pro than I am.
Have you ever asked a friend not to drive home? I have and I would, even though it’s uncomfortable. Because it’s not worth it. Know your limits, be confident, plan ahead, and have a super good time.
This post is sponsored by Responsibility.org. I am working with them as a #TalkEarly blogger this year to help them “Empower parents to be confident about their own decisions regarding alcohol, model healthy, balanced behaviors, and create a foundation for starting conversations with their kids from an early age.” Let’s all do that. Because that totally rules.
It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. My practice. My getting better. My keeping going. I often don’t know what I’m doing or maybe even why. No one can answer why all the time. I want to answer why all the time. Life doesn’t work like that. Parenting, faith, love, loss. None of it works like that.
It’s not perfect, this showing up. This writing it down. But it’s enough. Enough for a month of blogging every day. Enough because everything is really enough, really just right, if you look at it the right way. That’s all we’re really doing anyway.
Just looking. Just passing through. Connecting and practicing and doing the work on the way. That’s all we can do.
It’s not perfect, but I don’t really want it to be.
Ballerina Barbie and Ballerina Roozle are ready for The Nutcracker.
“I know. I was there.”
Nutcracker dreams are the best dreams.
“Let’s take a selfie! Maybe a ballerina will photobomb us!”
Can’t stop won’t stop moving. Like I got this music…
“I see that.”
Library day is the best day. Roozle likes to clear the display shelves and always makes great choices. Today, I wasn’t busy working (with the free library wifi) so I had a chance to look around a bit and found the culture and religion section. My favorite! We read Dear Malala, We Stand With You and Each Breath A Smile tonight. So good.
Sunday Shopping is our favorite this week, though. The illustrations are AMAZING. It’s about a little girl and her grandmother who pretend to go shopping through the weekly circulars each Sunday night before bed. Roozle and I both loved the story, too. The reading level was perfect for where Roozle is at right now, but she was tired tonight, so I read most of it to her.
Library day is the best day.