The days leading up to Christmas always feel strange in Missouri. It feels more like fall, with warm days and cool nights. No snow. All that is about to change, and my kids are chomping at the bit at the thought of a white Christmas.
I am done shopping. Finally! The last order arrives tomorrow. Then… I wrap. It’s a smaller Christmas since Aggie stands in the barn, a testament to the biggest Christmas gift they’ve already gotten. I can’t wait. I’m pretty excited about a few of the things I found.
Tomorrow: wrapping. It’s a big undertaking. Even with just a few gifts each, it adds up.
Wednesday was Blaine’s work Christmas party. There was pizza, go carts, trampolines galore, and six kids old enough for bumper cars. In other words, the kids had such a blast. And I got dead last in the go cart fast race against Blaine, Liberty, and two of Blaine’s coworkers. It was a brutal race. I have the bruises to prove it.
Blaine is off until January. School is wrapped up until then too. And I scrubbed the toilet with a toothbrush today. (That Elliot commented must be rinsed well before using it to brush teeth again. When I informed her that toothbrushes used to clean poop off toilets must NEVER be used on teeth again, she responded, “Because poop is not good for you. It doesn’t have protein in it.” I went so far as to forbid it… because Elliot. Oh my.) We’re ready for a break. Other chores to happen. Life to slow down a little bit.