Welp, it’s official… Christmas is over.
My husband put away all of my favorite holiday ornaments today.
Including my beloved collection of Barbie ornaments.
Oh how I love Barbie. When I was a kid I had all things Barbie – a Barbie mansion, a Barbie RV, a Barbie Corvette, a Barbie closet that could travel with me, a Barbie horse, and my sister had a Barbie McDonald’s. Oh how I love Barbie!!!!
Growing up, my across-the-street neighbor and I would make my Barbie and her doll named Derrick kiss, and Derrick would ask Barbie to marry him. And Barbie always said NO! “Derrick, you know I am SO busy with all of my horses, I don’t have time for a husband.”
I’ve always wondered where in the world we came up with that story-line. But then I remembered my neighbor’s daughter once playing in the grass with her baby doll. The little girl was about 3, she had the doll on her back and was pushing on her stomach and groaning and moaning “Ooooooooooh! Whoa-oh-oh?”. I finally asked, “Ivey, what are you doing to your doll?” Ivey smiled and lifted up the doll’s dress as she explained to me, “She’s having a baby!” She had a smaller doll shoved under her dress that she was easing out of the doll’s skirt.
Maybe I wasn’t weird for making my Barbie too busy for boys. Ivey’s mother explained that they had been watching a television show about childbirth, she didn’t think about how her daughter would utilize this information.
Finally, the sure-fire way to know Christmas is officially over?
Our driveway is empty now. No more snow-covered, family vehicles to make it feel like we’re all home for the holiday.
I already miss everyone, I really miss my mom and sister cooking up food that I don’t have to touch, see, or for the most part smell. Thank goodness for the left-over macaroni & cheese, otherwise I don’t know what I would have eaten this week…