Oh this week…holy cramoly.

I can see why some people might get addicted to a sort of fast paced, highs and lows type of life style. Crushing disappointments, dizzying successes, all in the matter of one hour…it certainly makes you feel like you’re alive I’ll tell you that. But I honestly think this year has been a little extreme now, don’t you? Did someone sign us up for a year long stint of Survivor Manhattan?  Candid Camera?  Because this week there have been moments where I’ve felt as if we were on both.

But nevermind all that…it’s Christmas time.

And since we still do not have an apartment (I will not even write down what happened with the apartment-I am too superstitious-I will tell you this-it aged me), Uncle T has offered for us to go back to Jane until December 20th (I mean…that is just so sweet).  But there is a TWO night gap where Lady Wolf and Child have no place to stay (Peter’s place is being painted), so I decided to cash in some Amex points and head over the Blue Moon Hotel on Orchard Street.

Grandma Harriet always says: it is an ill wind that blows no good.

So dear Reader, let’s look at the good:

~The Blue Moon Hotel where we stayed for 2 nights was adorable, it’s a boutique hotel where we stayed in the Burns & Allen room. This was right next door to the Abbot and Costello room. (?!?)

~The baby and I had the luxury of sampling all the cute restaurants and bakeries the Lower East Side has to offer. Schiller’s Liquor Bar—don’t let the name fool you…it’s a French Bistro from the creator of Balthazar Restaurant and Pastis. Babycakes NYC, the cute vegan bake shop. DOUGHNUT PLANT, which has fancy donuts. They are soo soo soo soo good. Jin, the sushi restaurant where we went for happy hour. All rolls $3!! Yum.

~Once we got to Jane, I found it much more enjoyable to be there not spending my time with my cheek on the cool, hard tile of the bathroom floor due to my bizarre Parisian illness.

~I found my Christmas spirit. Friday, I was a grinchy grinchy grinch grinch grinch. Christmas was cancelled for 2011.  But then I took the baby for a little walk in the West Village. And nothing will get you into the Christmas Spirit like Santa Con.

This is one day in December where a staggering amount of people wearing Santa costumes drink in bars all day and stagger around.  It’s horrifying. BUT it made me feel better somehow so I decided to buck up and buy a fat little Christmas Tree and some soft little ornaments.

~Most importantly, Dearest Readers—by this time next week we will have an address. Believe it, for it is true. Please hold on to your Christmas Cards for me. I want them!