Today, all I did was laundry and dishes.
If you came to my house, you would say, are you sure you’ve done laundry and dishes?
I have to admit that I’ve been thinking about our family vacation in February. I do not plan on washing any clothes or dishes. Oh the delight! I do plan on playing with my kids and giving them my undivided attention.
Until then, it’s back to the non-stop pile of dishes.
Selah and I did take a break (she helps me wash dishes by transferring bubbles from one bowl to the next) to call my Mom. My sister came up with the gift this year and asked if I wanted to go in together. If only my sister could be my personal shopper more often!
As for all the other grandparents, I haven’t done a thing. I’m playing the pregnancy card this year… I think… Unless I have a mental breakthrough and can get something together.
I know some people who throw up and can hardly eat their entire pregnancy. For me, it’s fatigue. Oh my word, the brain loss.
Today, I made very simple egg salad sandwiches for lunch. You would have thought I was translating the recipe from ancient Greek. Once again, for the second day in a row, we ate lunch at 1:30pm. I have no clue what took me so long to get sandwiches on the table.
This afternoon the girls went down for naps while Schäfer was at Learning Center. Hubs told me to take a nap before he left. I cleaned up from lunch, rotated the clothes from the washer to the drying line and another set from the drying line to the dryer. Then, I finally laid down. I’m not sure if I slept, but it felt so good to be horizontal.
Schäfer also came home from Learning Center covered in blue paint. I sent him straight to the bath. He was so excited he did fist pumps in the air.
The girls played while Hubs got the pizza dough rolled out. Meanwhile, I disappeared to the bedroom to put away the pile of clothes on the bed.
Hubs had work tonight. The kids danced around to The Nutcracker while I cleaned up from supper. Then, it was Schäfer’s turn to open a book. He opened a new one “The Twelve Days of Christmas” by Jan Brett. The illustrations did not disappoint.
Then it was time for teeth, pajamas and an audio book since it was Friday night. Schäfer chose Winnie the Pooh. The girls were delighted to have Pooh and twinkle lights.
Meanwhile, Selah has perfected the night time sleep delay.
First, she chooses a lovie. Then, she throws that lovie out of her crib and screams, “LOVIE! LOVIE!” She wants to be picked up and carried over to the collection of stuffed animals so that she can choose another lovie.
Sometimes she repeats this act 2-3 times.
Then, it’s time for water.
“WATER! Water!” she proclaims. She’s clearly dehydrated and in dire need of refreshment.
“HUG! Hug! Mommy Hug!” she begs. She’s needing additional affection. This includes both parents no matter who comes to give her extra love. She needs to be carried to the other parent for hugs and kisses from everyone.
Yes, she is the third child.
Hubs came home to find me sitting in the living room looking at our crazy Christmas tree. We have no theme. No color. No design. Just ornaments with stories behind them. Some homemade. Some gifts. So many memories hanging from that tree.
In fact, most of the branches are starting to sag because the girls have pulled the ornaments off and rearranged them for the 485th time. Hubs says the sagging branches almost make the tree seem real.
Hubs opened a bottle of cider vinegar (YUM!) and found a dark chocolate bar in the kitchen. Now, that’s how I say, “Happy holidays!” Suddenly, I was able to get off the couch and move a load of laundry to the drying line while I put another load in the wash.
It is once again later than it should be.
Christmas is in four days. I find myself anxious. I am happy that we will have a wonderful Christmas in our cozy home with our littles. The gifts are not perfect… maybe not even what they wanted, but they are what we have to give them.