Wise at Christmas

Here I am, freezing my ass off the other day in the snowstorm that hit New England….but hey, the kids had fun…

…So, sometimes things don’t go as planned, we had a holiday party to go to on Friday, we even hired a babysitter.

We got a call from our broker and after the babysitter arrived, we drove south twenty minutes and spent some time signing the purchase and sale for our piano bar property.

After that, we didn’t feel like going to one of those holiday parties with a billion people drinking all night, so we went to a local bar/restaurant and had a drink and appetizer, thinking we would try a second place for dinner. But at that point, the other place had stopped serving dinner, so we stayed where we were and ordered spring rolls, buffalo wings, sushi, BLTs, fries and molten chocolate cake. We drank wine with all of that.

Talk about a change of plans!

J was going to be home on Saturday night and during the day we were going to go north an hour to a holiday party with the kids.

Well, the kids started fighting, RIGHT when we were about to leave, so J threatened that we wouldn’t go.

Sooooo, we stayed home.

I think he made the rule and stuck by it  because he really didn’t want to go. I didn’t either.

Then he got called for a last minute gig at his sister’s restaurant up north, so he headed up there for the evening, completely missing this major snowstorm we are getting down here near Boston. He skyped from his mom’s living room, next to her fire with the cats and I wished wished wished we were all together, either here or there. It was this sudden urge to feel not okay being apart for a few nights since he was going to gig the following two nights as well.

So the girls and I woke to a snowstorm on Sunday and somehow we all ended up reading in my bed and I made coffee and bagels and we sat in bed reading and eating, quietly.

Suddenly, the small voices in my head that told me I might agree to their dad’s wanting to send them to overnight camp this summer for two weeks, dwindled away.

It was Red’s birthday yesterday and when I asked her what she wanted to do for the day, she replied “Denny’s and the Mall!”

So, we drove down to Denny’s, we shopped at the mall for presents from the girls to not only J, but their dad. We  bought them new sneakers and it’s the first time I could ever convince them to buy real sneakers that tied, you know, the kids that don’t have velcro or slip on.

My babies are growing up.

In the end, we stopped at Princess and the Frog and watched a good old classic Disney movie, something we haven’t seen in quite a while and I felt blessed that my kids are still not too old to enjoy it.

We got word after I got home, from our banker, saying that although the SBA is approving our loan, they will not be. (two banks, our local bank takes up part of the loan, the SBA takes the other). Interestingly, as hard as we’ve been working on this project, we know the road has not ended because the banker is passing it all along to two other banks he thinks may be interested. We also know that perhaps this isn’t the property for us. And then we were thinking, “maybe this isn’t the time for us to be doing this.”

We have no idea.

We’re doing different things suddenly, looking at listings for other locations. Talking about trying to make this current property work. Leaving it all and relax a bit and take some time soon and go to Texas for a little breather weekend sometime soon and good hotel sex.

At any rate, although I’m not all religious and stuff, we realize we aren’t the ones in complete control, that although we are doing our work, there is something greater leading us down our path and I feel it even greater as I sit here in the dark by the tree in the early morning, drinking my coffee, my guy is heading home from his gig this morning, my two little girls are excited for Christmas and learning Parcheesi, and there’s even snow on the ground.

8 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by intrepideddie on December 22, 2009 at 4:15 pm

    Hope the loans and the property work out. Property loans/mortgages have become damn-near impossible. Unless you can put 80% down; but then why would you need a loan? It’s like the banks are run by lawyers…

    But hey! Hotel sex! Can’t beat hotel sex. Unless it’s parents’ house sex, no kids at home sex, middle of the day sex, shower sex… Basically, if it involves doing the nasty in any way, shape, or form, it’s right up there.


  2. Posted by Peter Varvel on December 22, 2009 at 8:01 pm

    There’s something wrong about writing the following all in the same comment, but: Happy Belated Birthday to Red! Merry Early Christmas! and Yay, Good Hotel Sex!


  3. Posted by twinzplusone on December 22, 2009 at 8:11 pm

    Best wishes to your in your piano bar endeavour .. hope it all pans out soon ..

    Wow a snowstorm – too cool .. it’s sooo hot here it isn’t funny …

    Great way to spend a birthday – shopping .. hope her day was fun ..

    Anyway wanted to send you the very best wishes for Christmas and for a Happy and Healthy New Year.


  4. I really do believe that things happen a certain way for a reason. If this doesn’t work out, it’s because there is something better out there waiting for you.


  5. I spend those same early morning moments in the dark by the tree. Things do work out.


  6. Ditto on what Mama Zen said. sing it, doris day… whatever will be, will be….


  7. Wow, a lot of things going on! I hope the Piano bar works out. Let me know where it is, I’ll take a road trip!

    Busy times over at the new place.

    Different surroundings bring out different emotion. 🙂

    Have fun! Good Luck!


  8. Your right, a higher up is guiding you through this process. If it’s meant to be, it will. Having the girls grow up in front of you is the hardest thing a parent can go through. Of course you know what I’ve been through lately. And I still have two more kids to go….God help me.


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