Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil
*Stalking the Stacks with Library Lil* |
2007-12-11 Last night at 2am we were woken up by Amy who told me that she had had a BAD dream in which the house had caught fire while I made candy. I told her that I only had one more batch to go don't worry. Well 2;15 she wanted to know if it was done. Was what done? The last batch of candy. Preschoolers are so literal-she thought I was downstairs making candy at 2am--no wonder she was worried about the house catching fire. After reassuring her that I wasn't making candy in the middle of the night I went back to bed--for 1/2 hour. This continued until about 4:30-5 with Emily joining in with her own bad dream--You should never poke me with a fork!They were up for the day at 7:45am or maybe 8 I was pretty wiped. Husband said--if you are going to yoga, you'd better get up, otherwise i'll let you sleep. Sleep. I briefly thought that I won't do anymore yoga until 2008, remembered I have a book with daily yoga workouts (10 minutes plus warm-up) and the next thing I knew it was 9:40. It is now 11:30 and I'm finding myself a little disoriented about the Christmas plan. The Christmas plan, is the one I sort of informally made for myself so that things got done without stressing me out. Kind of a baby steps thing. Everything is shopped for except candy (husband is buying stocking candy tomorrow and I get his stocking candy Friday). The cards are almost ready to mail--they need licking and one more needs signing which I think is quite the accomplishment for Amy and Emily, who only signed 5 at a time. I still need to wrap some things, and make one more batch of candy, and get it all divvied up for teachers, and people I'm mailing to. I want to make a batch of cinnamon rolls for the freezer, so we can have them for breakfast Christmas morning. I need to make a surgical mask for Amy. The girls are going to see Santa Thursday, which makes husband a little frustrated. He's disappointed with the level of "I want" in the house. Especially since trying to get Amy to ask for what santa actually bought her is proving to be difficult. We both know she'll love it, but I don't think she thinks about dress up clothes as toys. I've dropped the Santa talks for now. I too am a little worried, but honestly, I'm not stressing. I still want them to see Santa, because I'm a dork, but honestly, can you remember what you asked Santa for the year you were 4? can you remember if the big guy came through for you? I don't. I remember everything looking magical, I remember playing with the creche we had. I remember feeling loved and warm and eating a fun breakfast that included candy. That's probably a big amalgamation, but whatever. The point is, they are as excited about the tree as the presents. They are as excited about angels and carols as Santa. I think we're ok. Anyway, I'm disoriented about the Christmas plan because for the life of me, I can't remember what I had planned to do today to move myself some baby step forward. Perhaps if I get the cards sealed and mailed (and the last one signed), that will feel like enough. I can't for the life of me figure out how to manage the batch of candy, I do not want to freak out Amy, as we need to sleep tonight. And I am a tiny bit sick, which means baking is problematic. But I'll manage. Wrap presents and seal cards should make me feel propelled enough forward. |
