Please excuse my stress yesterday. It was truly one of THOSE days. Near the end, the kids and I were jokingly wondering what else could possibly go wrong, since we had already covered all the bases. Then we worried that maybe we were right and our jokes would come true, which wouldn’t be funny at all, so we quit joking altogether.
Today was much, much better. It sounded busy when I ticked off on my fingers all the things that were happening, but it felt relaxed. Maybe that’s because I didn’t do a stitch of laundry. I’m sure it also had something to do with the fact that the sun was shining and the air was warm but crisp, and I was running errands alone in the Mustang with the windows down. I feel refreshed and ready to revisit the crazy that is Christmas.
Early this morning, the older girls moved some tables around in preparation for tomorrow’s party. We’ll be hosting a cookie exchange, an ornament exchange, and doing a play rehearsal. I forgot until I typed those words that Sunday won’t be our only rehearsal before the pageant, but it will be the only rehearsal on-site, where the kids will actually learn where to stand and how to get there.
This morning I bought gifts for 3 children online, and made plans for a few more. I still need ideas for some people, but at least I’m moving in the right direction.
We desperately needed some groceries (what is December without butter?), but before I left on my errands, I dealt with the pile of snow sitting on the mantle. We now have a proper Texas snowstorm. The Christmas explosion continues.
I arrived home to learn that our box of See’s chocolates from my grandparents had also arrived! This is a longstanding tradition created and maintained by my maternal grandparents, something we always look forward to. Now I know that Christmas is really coming! We’ll wait as long as we can to open them, but we rarely make it until Christmas. When the box is opened, I have dibs on at least one of the two chocolate-covered toffees. They’re flat and square, and always in a corner, one per layer.
This evening we read 2 chapters of Luke over dinner. We’re one chapter behind, but we’ll catch up tomorrow when (I hope) the little ones will be less wiggly. Why do I think they’ll be less wiggly after gorging on cookies all day during our homeschool group Christmas party? Because the whole Christmas season is all about hope, and hope is the substance of things not seen. Well, I’ve not seen un-wiggly kids lately, so I’m hoping.
After reading, a few enterprising souls finally decorated the tree…
…while I did some online Christmas shopping with a string of children who had money but were too young to shop independently, and Kaitlyn baked eleventy-dozen cookies for tomorrow’s cookie exchange.
Tomorrow, we party like homeschoolers!