...I was hoping to post a lovely holiday post with all the fun traditions and things we've been doing, and how honestly fun it's been to have the elementary kids home all month, and how much I love our house decorated in all it's twinkly Christmas glory...cozy sigh...but instead I,
created the Christmas card, baked goodies with the kids, ran two last minute shopping errands, provided a job reference for a friend, wrote the Christmas letter, fed people, chased laughing little boys around the kitchen, made sure Brayden finished his powerpoint presentation, assembled neighbor gifts with the family and delivered them for fhe, and eventually found the floors and counters again. Not bad for a day's work, I suppose, emphasis on day's. Earlier, I was considering pulling an all-nighter tonight, but after too many late nights in a row, I'm rejecting that hair-brained idea. Tonight, the couch and a mug of hot cocoa seem all too inviting.
And so it would appear that on the 9th day of Christmas (and who are we kidding, the 10th and 11th day too,) I'll be...finishing the neighbor gifts, delivering my presidency gifts, shopping for holiday food, picking up the Christmas card at Costco, printing the letters, addressing and mailing them out, finishing making a gift that will remain unnamed, taking the kids shopping for their secret sibling (ugh, how have we NOT done this yet? I actually know the answer to that, but I won't bore you with the scheduling issues), celebrating a dear friend's birthday, watching the BYU bowl game, and, if I'm some kind of miracle worker, starting the wrapping?!? Sure makes it sound like I haven't been doing anything all month, but that's certainly not the case...hmm, sounds like an all-nighter is inevitable. And oh yeah, did I mention I got asked to speak in sacrament meeting this Sunday? Nope, no problem fitting that one in. Merry Christmas to me!
Josh Groban, you're keeping me sane.