After a Christmas "holiday" that wasn't exactly that, what with the ice storm and power outage and subsequent unexpected overnight and dinner guests, I was hoping to start the New Year off on a less stressful note.
We decided to see the new Hunger Games movie on the 31st, only to find it sold out. No problem, though. We saw the Hobbit movie instead and enjoyed it. Then we had dinner out. So far, so good, right?
Until we got home and realized something was Wrong with one of our cats and perhaps had been for awhile. We have 2 cats, so we had to be sure which one it was, since both were acting quite normally. We figured it out the next morning, and then spent the entire afternoon of New Year's Day at the Toronto Emergency Veterinary Hospital. Lovely facility, but not quite the way we'd planned to spend that day. Fortunately, it appears that it's not a serious problem, although more tests today will confirm.
Then, last night, we heard three loud bangs that seemed to be coming from the attic. I'd heard two such noises before. In fact, at one point, I feared one of my parents had fallen from the bed when they were having their impromptu overnight visit. But they were fine, the chimney hadn't fallen down, no tree limbs were on the roof. Indeed, nothing else seemed amiss. Must be a neighbor's car door, or perhaps the newspaper delivery guys (because we read two newspapers every day and I will subscribe to the paper version for as long as it's published). But the three noises last night had me worried that we had critters in the attic. Until the early morning TV news (what can I say? I like to be informed!) mentioned "ice quakes," and a check of the attic by my Intrepid Husband revealed no sign of animals. Voila! We have an answer.
Still, it didn't make for a restful night.
In fact, this may be the most sleep-deprived holiday I've had since my kids were babies, and I've had some serious jet-lag in my time.
That said, it could have been much, much worse and we'll be telling tales of the Christmas of '13 for years to come.
How were your holidays? Better? Worse? Will make for good stories...or just want to forget?