So This is Advent…
and what have we done?
It doesn’t feel like much, even though it’s been so busy that I started this post on Monday and this is the most I’ve gotten done. Cookies finally were baked, which was a bigger undertaking than I thought, but luckily had the help of my sister with that. I’m not entirely sure why I had to do that this year, because those cookies, while tasty, really aren’t even my favorite. I knew that Grace would love it, though, and fixed on that as one of our Christmas activities. The Advent candles never made it out of the box, the cards never happened, but there’s a chance the video will get done this weekend, so I guess we didn’t totally drop the ball. Plus, we did get the Advent calendar out, and Grace and I made a paper chain so she could count down the days until Christmas herself – with the added benefit of asking me a hundred less times per day.
My Sicilian grandmother sent us a box of cookies, so I get all the extra buttery, sugary, fatty goodness with less work, and a little taste of NY besides. Most of the shopping is done, and the boxes that needed to get shipped back East finally are in the care of UPS, with Christmas Eve delivery promises. As for the rest? God bless Amazon and it’s Prime 2 day shipping, which I’m pretty sure was invented with procrastinating stay at homers with small children in tiny rural towns in mind.
Christmas parties were attended, and fun had by all, but mostly me because I got to escape and leave the kids in the responsible hands of someone who was not me. As much as I’m trying to keep my Christmas cheer to the forefront, all the crazy happening makes it hard to find most days. Sophie is teething (yes, still!) and Grace’s limit-testing behavior this week has me waffling between getting her tested for Oppositional Defiant Disorder or just listing her on ebay for those last minute shoppers who want a little excitement in their lives. I’m kidding, mostly. She redeemed herself a tiny bit when she offered to pray an Our Father for me when I was in some pain the other night (must have worked, I’m fine now) but she’s made this week much more challenging than I’d hoped. We’ve had some low lows this week, including tantrums, tears, and yelling by all three females. Yes, I am aware of the irony of my acting exactly like the three year old whose behavior I was trying to discipline.
Naturally, this was also the week that Sophie discovered a new favorite hobby – not wearing socks. It’s not so bad in the house, but it’s extremely annoying when I’m running around town trying to protect her feet from the sub-Arctic cold. I finally gave up at Walmart the other day and tucked her socks in my pocket so they wouldn’t get lost (like Grace’s mitten did, of course) and then had to bear the dirty looks and comments from judgy old ladies who would stop to admire my progeny and comment condescendingly, “Oh, your feet must be so cold! Don’t you have any shoes/socks?” I was never so grateful to run into a dear lady there who, because she misses her own grandkids who are living far away, hunted up some coloring books and crayons for Grace, then gave her some cash so she could purchase it herself.
I guess this was one long ramble to tell you about all the excuses for not writing – not that I feel guilty. If there’s any time not to worry about a blog, the days leading up to Christmas should be it. In case I don’t make it back before Christmas Day (those presents won’t wrap themselves!) have yourself a merry little Christmas!