3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
Yesterday was an indoors day for me, apart from a quick trip to Shoppers, on the corner, to buy some milk. I went there, after chumming Ali along to work because she had her PJs on and was slightly embarrassed at walking by herself. As luck would have it, she bumped into one of her school pals-a first-and, running late, she was able simply to give her a hug and keep going.....not too mortified but she was # on twitter, later as having her PJs on.
I finished stocking number four and they do look very cute (and won't take a lot of filling-right?) Then I did most of my Christmas wrapping after Jen went off to babysit at 4pm and I am always surprised at how long it takes......and I didn't have that many presents to wrap. Our routine, when the kids were smaller was pretty much getting to bed at 2am on Christmas morning because we left it till Christmas Eve to wrap. I decided that I didn't want to maintain that tradition and would rather be in bed tonight.
There's a little piece of me thinking about going down to the local church, to sing Carols but I'm not sure if that will happen or not.
Jen is going back to help-out with the same kids as yesterday, from 9-1pm today and then Ali and I will meet up with her. Ali wants to do some shopping for Jen and I may see if I can pick up a couple of things for Jen and Andrew, too. It was so easy when they were small, to pick up bits and pieces-not so much now.
I won't write any more about gifts in here because they may read this.
I must have either been really rich or really poor in a past life because I cannot have a discussion about money without feeling a knot in my gut. My poor hubbie last night suffered my inadequacy, on the phone and of course I reverted back to my old habit of feeling awful for being less than able to be a lovely happy wife. Boy, I wish that I coud crack this one. The good news is that I didn't even finish the glass of wine I poured, to help me take the sting out of my anger at myself, which is a HUGE mark of the progress that I have made, over the years. My old way would have been to glug down a bottle.....and some and then felt added guilt for doing so, in the morning.
I just back-spaced a paragraph because I have been informed by my youngest that remedy-talk is not good in here-aplologies to anyone else who feels the same.
Anyhoo, Ali made her and I cannelonni for dinner-YUM, I have missed it. I know that it's still pasta, though but it did at least have some tomatoes through it-lol.
We planned to watch Jack Frost but then couldn't find it.( Like the weather here which is currently seven degrees-Jack must have left the area) We then attempted to watch 'Jingle all the way' but it froze around a third of the way into it. I guess we were not meant to do a Christmas movie without Jen. Ali read her book and I 'painted' more Christmas cards.
Jen was home by ten-thirty and she had a good time with the small people she was sitting for. They are from California and are feeling a tad cold. Good job it's not -7.
Okay dokay-must dash. Got to chum Jen to station to put her on train with family pass.
Much love to all of you, this Christmas Eve. Remember to take some quiet time for yourself and that, if it's not done, it's not done-end of story.
Lxxx
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