Blame the holidays on the brain fog

By Melanie Yingst -

Is anyone else suffering from post-holiday mind fog? I know I am.

This week, Evan returned home from his annual Texas trek to visit his cousins and enjoyed a much deserved vacation from his mother.

They visited the zoo, went to the movies and played games with his beloved grandparents on top of the generous Christmas gifts.

In fact, those memories will last much longer than the trinkets that were unwrapped and stuffed inside his luggage.

The older I get, it’s the little things I enjoy more than the physical tokens of love from my parents and loved ones.

Well, the checks were nice, too, just saying.

It was a whirlwind holiday. While I managed to visit every grocery store in the tri-county area, I still forgot Christmas cookies for Santa to leave out on Christmas Eve.

Thankfully, my quick thinking kid came up with a solution.

“Dear Santa, Mom forgot to get cookies so here’s a Pop Tart for the road. Merry Christmas! Love, Evan.”

It’s probably my favorite note to Santa to date.

Ever since I moved in to the farm around the corner from my parents, I’ve enjoyed making Christmas breakfast for my parents and Norma Jean. Evan won’t eat any of it, so more for us.

It’s been well documented that I’m not Rachael Ray by any means. Yet, thanks to Pinterest, I whip up a tasty breakfast casserole and pop-in cinnamon rolls with orange-flavored icing which we eat as Evan tears into the pile of presents.

Speaking of the pile of presents, I stayed up until 2 a.m. wrapping each individual gift to stretch out his unwrapping ritual. I hate that I get caught up in the “is it enough?” in terms of spoiling the boy, but I just try to take it in stride.

My mom however has graduated to wrapping everything in tissue paper and placed in a Marshall’s bag and she’s done.

I’m so envious.

This year, Christmas came a little early since she bought me a new set of dishes. I know. Dishes. I’m lame, but it was the best gift to have all matching plates and bowls that I’ll enjoy for years and years to come.

Goodbye to the hodgepodge of plates and bowls I’ve collected at random for the last 15 years. Those will bless someone else in need and who is just starting out in life.

In fact, I was so busy running my new dishes in the dishwasher to be ready for Christmas breakfast, I completely forgot the last few gifts I had stashed away for Evan and others.

I found those in the closet earlier this week.

Luckily for me, his birthday is in a few weeks so I guess I can play it off that I am way ahead of the game.

My nephews and sister came in town for a short trip. I knew their presents from Aunt Sissy (that’s me) looked a little light, when I finally unearthed the remainder of their presents, again, this week. Oops.

Hey, I did find their Jelly Belly Bean-Boozled candy as they were pulling out of the driveway. That kept them busy for their three hour drive home.

Since Evan’s Christmas band concert was cancelled due to ice and snow in mid-December, we ended the holiday with his rescheduled band concert this week.

My mother accompanied me to his concert. Since Evan forgot to tell us, number one that the concert was rescheduled and it was, well, in two hours, we also happened to be about 30 minutes early since he also couldn’t remember when it started.

Better late than never I suppose. We got great seats anyhow.

As we waited, my mom visited with an acquaintance who was there to watch her granddaughter perform in the concert as well.

“Mrs. McDonald, this is my daughter Megan.”

Yep, despite living right around the corner and seeing my mother almost every day, she still managed to call me by my twin sister’s name who was only in town for less than 48 hours earlier in the week.

That’s OK. I respond to JenMegMelanie all the time.

Hopefully, this Christmas fog will finally be cleared by next week.

I think.

By Melanie Yingst

“Twin” Melanie Yingst appears weekly in the Troy Daily News. What day is it again?

“Twin” Melanie Yingst appears weekly in the Troy Daily News. What day is it again?