Eh. So what.
So a lot.
This was a first for me.
Because if you want your newspaper on your doorstep on Christmas Day, we poor schlubs of the fourth estate had to work in order for it to get there.
But no more. I have been out of newspapers for almost a year, and I couldn't be happier.
Even better, my company actually SHUT DOWN for 10 days at the holidays. This meant that for the first time in -- I kid you not -- 28 years of parenting, I was at home during a school winter break.
I see a lot of Facebook statuses, tweets and plurks bemoaning the fact that the kids and/or husband were underfoot for the break and let the hair-tearing begin. It makes me laugh, really.
Because over my working/parenting career, I would have given my left arm to have the chance to spend my kids' vacation at home with them.
It's kinda sad, really, that the first time I had the chance to do it was when my youngest child was 15 -- and much more interested in hanging out with her friends than hanging out with her mom.
So I took the it's-all-about-me approach to my holiday. I went nowhere. I did nada. I accomplished nothing.
I watched a marathon of Maury Povich "who's my baby's daddy" episodes. (Now THAT'S television, people!)
I read a book or two. I played Facebook games. I got a mother-daughter pedicure with the Roo-girl. I saw a Christmas Day movie with my family.
I had coffee with my girlfriend. I sang Christmas carols at my parents' holiday party.
I watched in horror as my fantasy football team went down in flames. I had lunch with my husband. I rang in 2010 with appropriate fanfare and pastries from Z-man's restaurant.
Hmm. On second thought, I don't think I accomplished NOTHING after all.