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Drinking Hot Chocolate Takes Skill

Everybody has their limits.

After all the build up and anticipation, it’s hard to believe that another year of fancy-feasts and holiday-hoopla with friends and family, attending parties and opening presents have come and gone inside the span of just about two weeks. Throw moving from one house to another into the mix of merriment-making and you may find yourself like me, teetering on the fringe of insanity because even though I am truly 100% exhausted, like that crazy “Energizer Bunny” I seem to push myself to just keep “going and going” until my body refuses to go any further, rendering me motionless, forced to stop and (gasp!) relax. That’s exactly what put me in my PJs and drove me to my bed just shy of 6pm a few nights ago. I couldn’t go on for one-more-minute. With my daughter in tow, we set ourselves up to catch up on all of the Once Upon A Time TV-episodes from the new ABC series that we missed, by being away and being busy.

Just after the first episode, Hannah asked me for “hot chocolate”. Rarely do I indulge in drinking hot chocolate myself, let alone drinking it in my bed but since I had no intention or strength left for making dinner, I figured, it was the least I could do and did what any good mother in my weary position would have and said, “sure”. I put the TV on pause, dragged myself out of the comfort I had just settled into and made us each a cup, the only way I know how; piping hot and piled high with whipped cream.

Toward the end of the 2nd of 4 episodes, I began to feel a lot better, in a jittery-caffeinated sort of way and realized we had both sipped through the white mound of sweetness that lead to the pure-chocolate-heaven that filled our mugs.

“Pause it!” I said unexpectedly, and she did.

With a burst of sugar-ized spontaneity and false energy, I jumped off the bed and ran out of the room to retrieve the red-topped can of Reddi Wip from the fridge in the kitchen.

 “Mom, what are you doing?” she called from the bedroom.

Ignoring her, I made a mad-dash from the fridge, back to the bedroom and apparently, in my crazy, creamy, sugar-filled stupor, I forgot just how exhausted I really was. With can in hand, just as I rounded the corner from the kitchen to the hallway, my slippery, sock-covered feet hit the hardwood flooring at a speeding angle that sent me crashing into the wall and smashing my whole-self down, breaking the skin of my elbow and jamming my ankle awkwardly into the point where plaster meets wood. It was a ridiculous effort to break my fall without letting go of the chemical-laden can containing “REAL Cream” that I couldn’t seem to live without.

Success! The can was saved but my body ached as I lay there moaning for a minute, hoping there was no blood and that nothing was broken. Hannah poked her head out of the bedroom, barely holding back her laughter at the sight of me sprawled out on the floor holding the can up in the air.

“Mom, are you okay? What the heck are you doing?” she asked before bursting into uncontrollable laughter; the kind that makes you snort and sends liquid squirting out of  each of your nostrils if  you’ve just taken a sip of something, which she had.

In the throes of pain and hysterics, I feebly got myself back up, limped my way back into the bedroom and wordlessly poured clouds of dairy whipped topping back into our mugs until they were over-filled and the can sputtered, forcing out its last drop of “REAL Cream”. I resumed my position on the left side of the bed and with a great sigh, started licking my Reddi Wip. I was the power of example as Hannah proceeded to do the same and we sat, pleasantly making our way through another mountain of sweet, white fluff, once again, warming our bellies with chocolate goodness.

Silence ensued.

Three-quarters of the way into the third episode of Once Upon A Time, Hannah looked over at me with a huge smile on her face and said with confidence,

“Drinking hot chocolate takes a lot of skill, mom.”

Yes, it does, my dear. Yes-it-does.

I always try to be cognizant of moments like this, ones that end up meaning so much. Had I not been so exhausted that my body forced myself to stop, I’m not so sure we would have found that precious time to spend together. I wouldn’t have shared that hilarious laughter with my girl and I could tell it meant as much to her as it did to me.

It was the true magic of the season showing itself. I got it. I’m grateful.

And it was very simple.

This past year has been chock-full of complicated, unexpected occurrences and while many of the events of the days behind me are a bit of a blur now, the future, even with all it’s imperfection and uncertainty really does look a little brighter, a little clearer and feels a little calmer.

I don’t think I’ll be making any elaborate New Year’s resolutions this year. I think I might drink a little more hot chocolate than I usually do and run a little less in my socks on hardwood floors but mostly, I think I’ll just try my best to simply, keep it simple.

How about you?

May your year be filled with lots of peace, love and joy!

Photo Credit #1 Energizer Bunny

Photo Credit #2: Hot Chocolate

Photo Credit #3 & #4: Reddi Wip Google Images

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  1. Anonymous
    January 1, 2012 at 9:11 am

    I hope your Energizer Bunny pack included a boo-boo bunny too!! You are amazing Karen-you’ve done it my friend, in the midst of many terrifyingly-exciting changes, hard work, new kinds of fun, and celebration, you’ve also added lots of snuggly love and a swirl of whipped cream on top!! Sounds like the way to take on this year and your birthday!! Happy Happy Sweet Friend!! xod

    • January 1, 2012 at 9:17 am

      Thank you, d. Thank you for reading, commenting and being such a good friend. xoxo

  2. anita
    January 1, 2012 at 10:39 am

    Thanks, Karen, for all the sharing, giving us all an opportunity to sit back and reflect on what is truly important. Great writing, too! Happy New Year., Karen. Haven’t thought too much about resolutions, but I think I’ll take a tip from you and do my best to keep it simple…It has been a complicated year.

  3. January 1, 2012 at 10:43 am

    Happy New Year, Anita! I appreciate your reading & kind words.

  4. January 1, 2012 at 11:45 am

    Happy New Year Karen…. and ya got any more of that whipped cream? woo woo woo!

  5. January 1, 2012 at 11:54 am

    Thank you, you too RD. The can be empty now friend. But I’ll get another!! 🙂

  6. January 1, 2012 at 3:14 pm

    Great post Karen. It’s important to appreciate the simple moments. Happy New Year!!

    • January 1, 2012 at 5:08 pm

      Thanks Karl ~ Happy New Year to you too!

  7. January 3, 2012 at 12:56 am

    Ha! Hahahahahahahaha! I have to laugh “out loud” as I picture this moment (reminds me of the sprinkler night I had awhile back). So perfect, and of course, I’m grateful you were not hurt, indeed! But, to settle in once again, to take some quiet time with Hannah, and to indulge in whip creaming down to the last tasty drop-way to go, Momma! I have never been into New Year’s Resolutions-that is until last year. I made three, and I accomplished 2.5 out of 3 of them, ha, ha, the 2.5 being to begin at least one new painting. The sketch is on the canvas, but no paint has actually hit it yet. This year? Well, number one is to get to bed before 11:00 during the work week. In keeping with the suggestion of simplicity, for me, this begins with stopping my day at a semi-desirable hour instead of pulling long-nighters as in year’s past. I’ll see if I have two more in me, and I’ll letcha know later. Hugs, Karen!! And, next box from Cali will contain footies with no-slip bottoms, K? 🙂 One last thing…Peace, Love, & Joy…one of my favorite sayings, and it hangs on the wall in my guest room!

  8. January 3, 2012 at 10:52 pm

    Kasey, your resolution accomplishments are probably better than most! Good for you, I was curious about your painting…so glad you started one!!! Good luck with the earlier bed time. I am happy to have given you a chuckle & also grateful I was not hurt!! And even though it really did hurt, the whip cream & spending time w/ Hannah were soooo worth it!

    Trying to think of something interesting to send from New York…. peace, love & joy to you, for the new year and always.

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